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 Serbia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 The New Christs to the punk 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Liliput,
John Coltrane,
Ornette Coleman,
Oblivians,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Skatalites,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Normal,
Agitation Free,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
10cc,
Rakim,
Henry Cow,
Cluster,
The Slackers,
Jacques Brel,
CMW,
Pantytec,
Nils Olav,
Cal Tjader,
The Golliwogs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Peter and Kerry,
Moby Grape,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rosa Yemen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Angry Samoans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Adolescents,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Patti Smith,
Nation of Ulysses,
Easy Going,
Scratch Acid,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Thompson Twins,
Fela Kuti,
Tres Demented,
Freddie Wadling,
Sound Behaviour,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-101,
Suburban Knight,
Delon & Dalcan,
X-Ray Spex,
Circle Jerks,
This Heat,
Main Source,
Skriet,
Second Layer,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dark Day,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Magazine,
Los Fastidios,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.