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 Macedonia and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Trumans Water to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Suburban Knight,
the Normal,
Slave,
Moebius,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Half Japanese,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tom Boy,
Sun City Girls,
Fat Boys,
Babytalk,
48th St. Collective,
Tim Buckley,
Warren Ellis,
Ludus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Urselle,
KRS-One,
Mantronix,
The Trojans,
Tubeway Army,
The Black Dice,
Quadrant,
Los Fastidios,
Fugazi,
Chris & Cosey,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sex Pistols,
Sonic Youth,
Visage,
The Blackbyrds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Henry Cow,
Aaron Thompson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultra Naté,
Black Sheep,
Arthur Verocai,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ponytail,
The Fire Engines,
Matthew Bourne,
Whodini,
Main Source,
Section 25,
Rufus Thomas,
the Sonics,
Rapeman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aural Exciters,
Josef K,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Grass Roots,
Cybotron,
Essential Logic,
DNA,
Roger Hodgson,
Jawbox,
Rhythm & Sound,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.