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 Albania and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe 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 Letta Mbulu to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Piero Umiliani,
Throbbing Gristle,
ABBA,
the Normal,
Radio Birdman,
Delta 5,
Minnie Riperton,
Godley & Creme,
Iggy Pop,
Camouflage,
Ronnie Foster,
The Kinks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
EPMD,
The Seeds,
Ornette Coleman,
Donald Byrd,
Pharoah Sanders,
Faraquet,
Bob Dylan,
Deadbeat,
The Fortunes,
Isaac Hayes,
Rapeman,
Lower 48,
Average White Band,
Vladislav Delay,
New Order,
Moby Grape,
Camberwell Now,
48th St. Collective,
Cameo,
Essential Logic,
Main Source,
Arab on Radar,
Rekid,
David McCallum,
Howard Jones,
In Retrospect,
Letta Mbulu,
Soulsonic Force,
Barbara Tucker,
Sexual Harrassment,
James White and The Blacks,
Judy Mowatt,
New Age Steppers,
Skarface,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Christie,
Lindisfarne,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Foxx,
Nico,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Harmonia,
The Residents,
Sandy B,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.