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 Micronesia and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Motorama to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
This Heat,
Technova,
Ohio Players,
Lightning Bolt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Audionom,
Deadbeat,
Joe Finger,
Organ,
Nation of Ulysses,
Slick Rick,
Mr. Review,
the Sonics,
Easy Going,
The Vogues,
Saccharine Trust,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Pus,
Jeff Lynne,
Public Enemy,
Goldenarms,
Mark Hollis,
The American Breed,
The Moody Blues,
Y Pants,
Ken Boothe,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Warsaw,
David Axelrod,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Neil Young,
Marvin Gaye,
the Bar-Kays,
OOIOO,
Dead Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Harry Pussy,
Aural Exciters,
Tommy Roe,
Faust,
Eden Ahbez,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DJ Sneak,
Pierre Henry,
Hashim,
Tubeway Army,
Royal Trux,
Amon Düül II,
Gang Starr,
World's Most,
Los Fastidios,
ABBA,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Panda Bear,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Electric Prunes,
Oneida,
Loose Ends,
Grey Daturas,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.