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 Grenada 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar 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 Bob Dylan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Oblivians,
Josef K,
Kayak,
Jandek,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barclay James Harvest,
CMW,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roger Hodgson,
Marvin Gaye,
Harry Pussy,
Roy Ayers,
Andrew Hill,
Newcleus,
Adolescents,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tubeway Army,
U.S. Maple,
Reuben Wilson,
Rod Modell,
Blake Baxter,
The Offenders,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sound Behaviour,
Index,
ABBA,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mo-Dettes,
Technova,
The Gories,
Wire,
It's A Beautiful Day,
FM Einheit,
The Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bluetip,
Warsaw,
Skriet,
Wings,
Hashim,
The Last Poets,
Howard Jones,
The Associates,
Alice Coltrane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tropical Tobacco,
Don Cherry,
Lindisfarne,
The American Breed,
Ralphi Rosario,
K-Klass,
Colin Newman,
Deakin,
Pantaleimon,
Ultravox,
the Germs,
Gong,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.