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 Estonia and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Unwound to the funk 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Cluster,
Michelle Simonal,
Scratch Acid,
Kenny Larkin,
Ralphi Rosario,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Skarface,
Loose Ends,
Roxette,
The Invisible,
The Gories,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang Starr,
Howard Jones,
Warren Ellis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jawbox,
Barbara Tucker,
The Moleskins,
Man Parrish,
Q65,
Reuben Wilson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kerri Chandler,
Das Ding,
John Lydon,
EPMD,
Bang On A Can,
PIL,
L. Decosne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nils Olav,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tommy Roe,
Eli Mardock,
Anakelly,
A Certain Ratio,
Patti Smith,
Dennis Brown,
Ossler,
10cc,
Main Source,
Royal Trux,
Moss Icon,
Janne Schatter,
Amon Düül,
The Electric Prunes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Moebius,
Donald Byrd,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brass Construction,
F. McDonald,
Lou Christie,
The Happenings,
Symarip,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.