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 Chile and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 Tubeway Army to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Alton Ellis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ponytail,
Tomorrow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pierre Henry,
Saccharine Trust,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kerri Chandler,
Surgeon,
Cheater Slicks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Johnny Clarke,
Moebius,
Bad Manners,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Byrd,
Wally Richardson,
Oblivians,
Nico,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Swans,
Ten City,
Jandek,
Don Cherry,
Byron Stingily,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roxy Music,
Lindisfarne,
Kenny Larkin,
Marmalade,
Nick Fraelich,
Pussy Galore,
Shoche,
Chrome,
Aloha Tigers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Davy DMX,
The Mojo Men,
Arab on Radar,
The Index,
Chris Corsano,
Eddi Front,
Mars,
Thompson Twins,
Supertramp,
Robert Wyatt,
Tubeway Army,
Pantytec,
Outsiders,
The Techniques,
Yusef Lateef,
The Walker Brothers,
Kaleidoscope,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kurtis Blow,
Procol Harum,
This Heat,
Prince Buster,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Swans,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.