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 Tunisia and from Hong Kong.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet 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 Neil Young to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Laurel Aitken,
Saccharine Trust,
the Swans,
Minutemen,
Warsaw,
Zero Boys,
Ituana,
kango's stein massive,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bob Dylan,
Bill Wells,
Joy Division,
Flash Fearless,
Model 500,
Marcia Griffiths,
Television,
Pantytec,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dawn Penn,
R.M.O.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stiv Bators,
Gichy Dan,
David Bowie,
The American Breed,
The Fugs,
F. McDonald,
Dual Sessions,
Carl Craig,
Sonny Sharrock,
Severed Heads,
Dennis Brown,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Slackers,
Mr. Review,
PIL,
Robert Hood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fear,
Jeff Mills,
Soul II Soul,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
H. Thieme,
Sparks,
Quando Quango,
Dorothy Ashby,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DJ Sneak,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rapeman,
Cecil Taylor,
Spandau Ballet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Names,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Grass Roots,
The Divine Comedy,
Massinfluence,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.