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 Madagascar and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Black Sheep to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Animal Collective,
Bill Near,
Bronski Beat,
Eddi Front,
Aloha Tigers,
JFA,
Flipper,
Joy Division,
Terry Callier,
Wings,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Blackbyrds,
The Motions,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alison Limerick,
Kevin Saunderson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Letta Mbulu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Albert Ayler,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mr. Review,
Fatback Band,
Barrington Levy,
Brothers Johnson,
Charles Mingus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dual Sessions,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kaleidoscope,
June Days,
F. McDonald,
Isaac Hayes,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Magma,
David Bowie,
Johnny Clarke,
John Cale,
E-Dancer,
Peter & Gordon,
Sarah Menescal,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ponytail,
Barry Ungar,
Swell Maps,
Young Marble Giants,
Warren Ellis,
The Cramps,
Gastr Del Sol,
Saccharine Trust,
The Residents,
Massinfluence,
Sun Ra,
Joey Negro,
Siglo XX,
The Blues Magoos,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.