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 Denmark and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Isaac Hayes to the punk 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Skarface,
Quadrant,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wings,
Siglo XX,
Sarah Menescal,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Half Japanese,
Bizarre Inc.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ossler,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Judy Mowatt,
8 Eyed Spy,
Josef K,
Youth Brigade,
David Bowie,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Swans,
the Normal,
Deakin,
Rufus Thomas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Shoche,
Nick Fraelich,
Marvin Gaye,
Joe Smooth,
Little Man,
Bill Wells,
New Order,
Freddie Wadling,
Sugar Minott,
Index,
A Certain Ratio,
Robert Hood,
June of 44,
Shuggie Otis,
Lucky Dragons,
Moby Grape,
The Walker Brothers,
Minutemen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Letta Mbulu,
Zero Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mandrill,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Reed,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
10cc,
The Count Five,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Delta 5,
Chrome,
The Slits,
Hardrive,
Scion,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.