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 Montenegro and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gichy Dan to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Aural Exciters,
H. Thieme,
The Move,
Roy Ayers,
Urselle,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Sheep,
Kerri Chandler,
Henry Cow,
Steve Hackett,
Anthony Braxton,
Faust,
Robert Hood,
Reagan Youth,
The Leaves,
Swans,
The Techniques,
New Age Steppers,
Tom Boy,
Bang On A Can,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
UT,
Susan Cadogan,
Brothers Johnson,
June of 44,
Liliput,
Niagra,
John Cale,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Faraquet,
the Human League,
The Trojans,
Ice-T,
A Certain Ratio,
X-102,
Swell Maps,
Todd Rundgren,
Hot Snakes,
Mission of Burma,
Isaac Hayes,
Eddi Front,
Dawn Penn,
Metal Thangz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Whodini,
The Vogues,
L. Decosne,
Archie Shepp,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Index,
the Germs,
The Buckinghams,
The Cramps,
Lou Christie,
Wire,
Y Pants,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.