Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Mozambique and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Harmonia to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Nik Kershaw,
Bluetip,
Roy Ayers,
The Selecter,
Flash Fearless,
X-101,
Index,
Barbara Tucker,
Schoolly D,
T.S.O.L.,
One Last Wish,
Matthew Halsall,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lungfish,
Tim Buckley,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camouflage,
Ituana,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dark Day,
Animal Collective,
The Flesh Eaters,
Suicide,
La Düsseldorf,
Y Pants,
Isaac Hayes,
Joey Negro,
KRS-One,
Shoche,
Symarip,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
MC5,
Nils Olav,
The Index,
Royal Trux,
The Smiths,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Junior Murvin,
Q and Not U,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New Age Steppers,
FM Einheit,
Funkadelic,
June of 44,
Dawn Penn,
Barry Ungar,
Hasil Adkins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fluxion,
Sun City Girls,
Pierre Henry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Reed,
Rufus Thomas,
Metal Thangz,
World's Most,
Flipper,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.