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 Kuwait and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 UT to the grime 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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Wally Richardson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cluster,
Rufus Thomas,
Morten Harket,
Harpers Bizarre,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
David Bowie,
Schoolly D,
Bootsy Collins,
Radiohead,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wire,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Index,
Babytalk,
The Fuzztones,
Make Up,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Golliwogs,
Eddi Front,
Joyce Sims,
Icehouse,
Eric Copeland,
The Index,
Tres Demented,
Marmalade,
Rod Modell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Echospace,
June of 44,
E-Dancer,
Darondo,
Fugazi,
Connie Case,
The Toasters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Monochrome Set,
Bad Manners,
Quando Quango,
Hashim,
Gang Green,
Blossom Toes,
Hoover,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hasil Adkins,
Bang On A Can,
Dual Sessions,
Animal Collective,
Model 500,
Desert Stars,
DJ Style,
Fad Gadget,
Bush Tetras,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cowsills,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.