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 Liechtenstein and from Shanghai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Siglo XX,
Byron Stingily,
Robert Hood,
Harmonia,
Surgeon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Neu!,
The Count Five,
The Remains,
Frankie Knuckles,
Malaria!,
Joensuu 1685,
Slave,
The Knickerbockers,
Yusef Lateef,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bauhaus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yaz,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sixth Finger,
Matthew Bourne,
Hashim,
Blake Baxter,
Matthew Halsall,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Normal,
Kas Product,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gong,
D'Angelo,
Juan Atkins,
Erasure,
Pussy Galore,
Los Fastidios,
Sparks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Spandau Ballet,
Scrapy,
Camouflage,
Ice-T,
Arab on Radar,
Grauzone,
Goldenarms,
The Trojans,
Rakim,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Thompson Twins,
Quadrant,
The Gories,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Drexciya,
Kayak,
Little Man,
The Leaves,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Raincoats,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aural Exciters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.