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 Equatorial Guinea and from London.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Soft Machine to the jazz 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Livin' Joy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The J.B.'s,
Deepchord,
Charles Mingus,
Nick Fraelich,
The Monks,
Ten City,
The Durutti Column,
Crash Course in Science,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gap Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Average White Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Todd Rundgren,
Cameo,
The Music Machine,
New Age Steppers,
The Associates,
James White and The Blacks,
Essential Logic,
Franke,
Deadbeat,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bill Near,
Black Sheep,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Swell Maps,
cv313,
Technova,
Lakeside,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
PIL,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Popol Vuh,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Chrome,
Eric Copeland,
Jawbox,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Five Americans,
Hashim,
The Sonics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nico,
The Fire Engines,
ABC,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joe Smooth,
The Electric Prunes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Underground Resistance,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.