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 Jamaica and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Techniques to the techno 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
T. Rex,
Moss Icon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Janne Schatter,
The Dirtbombs,
Wings,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Robert Wyatt,
Amon Düül II,
The Slackers,
China Crisis,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fuzztones,
Ponytail,
Anthony Braxton,
The Wake,
Royal Trux,
The Shadows of Knight,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
a-ha,
The Busters,
F. McDonald,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jacques Brel,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Flag,
Ossler,
X-101,
The Black Dice,
The Durutti Column,
Nico,
Connie Case,
the Soft Cell,
Lakeside,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fat Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amazonics,
X-102,
Aswad,
Al Stewart,
kango's stein massive,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Offenders,
Johnny Clarke,
Sam Rivers,
Sun City Girls,
the Slits,
Oblivians,
Unwound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ohio Players,
Nirvana,
Simply Red,
Rapeman,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.