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 Botswana and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yazoo,
Can,
Laurel Aitken,
Stiv Bators,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Public Enemy,
Yellowson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rod Modell,
China Crisis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Neu!,
New Age Steppers,
Donald Byrd,
DNA,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Buckinghams,
Wings,
Crispian St. Peters,
Agent Orange,
Rekid,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pulsallama,
Popol Vuh,
The Saints,
The Mojo Men,
Inner City,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gap Band,
Soft Machine,
Roy Ayers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
June of 44,
Curtis Mayfield,
Anakelly,
Whodini,
Janne Schatter,
Severed Heads,
Ten City,
Toni Rubio,
Intrusion,
The Cure,
Archie Shepp,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Young Rascals,
the Association,
T. Rex,
Pierre Henry,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Count Five,
Sugar Minott,
Idris Muhammad,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Pus,
Desert Stars,
The Mummies,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.