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 Bhutan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Excepter to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Slave,
Hasil Adkins,
Yazoo,
Supertramp,
The Cramps,
Dave Gahan,
The Sound,
Wings,
Cybotron,
Livin' Joy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The United States of America,
Minutemen,
Jawbox,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Drive Like Jehu,
Robert Hood,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sarah Menescal,
Second Layer,
Vladislav Delay,
Man Eating Sloth,
Davy DMX,
Peter & Gordon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sixth Finger,
In Retrospect,
Mandrill,
Faraquet,
Kaleidoscope,
KRS-One,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Smoke,
Kenny Larkin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hoover,
Interpol,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eric Dolphy,
Procol Harum,
Ronan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
These Immortal Souls,
Joensuu 1685,
Bluetip,
Unrelated Segments,
Thee Headcoats,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Durutti Column,
MDC,
T.S.O.L.,
The Victims,
Silicon Teens,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Names,
The Mojo Men,
The Doobie Brothers,
Agitation Free,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.