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 Bahrain and from Milan.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Inner City,
Japan,
Anakelly,
Todd Rundgren,
Sun Ra,
Oneida,
Boogie Down Productions,
Toni Rubio,
Dennis Brown,
Jacob Miller,
The Skatalites,
The Flesh Eaters,
Danielle Patucci,
Khruangbin,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cowsills,
The Misunderstood,
The Saints,
Minny Pops,
Grey Daturas,
Country Teasers,
Main Source,
Stereo Dub,
Davy DMX,
Bronski Beat,
Camberwell Now,
Donny Hathaway,
Wire,
Vladislav Delay,
JFA,
Lindisfarne,
Public Enemy,
The Raincoats,
B.T. Express,
Mantronix,
Thee Headcoats,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Golliwogs,
Guru Guru,
The Slackers,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fortunes,
Rosa Yemen,
The Kinks,
the Human League,
Accadde A,
Infiniti,
Bluetip,
Hasil Adkins,
Delta 5,
Liliput,
Unwound,
Monks,
The Dead C,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Outsiders,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jeff Mills,
Ten City,
Desert Stars,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.