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 Kosovo and from Mexico City.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Deakin to the grunge 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers,
Dual Sessions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aswad,
Laurel Aitken,
Darondo,
Television,
China Crisis,
Electric Prunes,
Index,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Soft Cell,
Wally Richardson,
LL Cool J,
The Durutti Column,
Massinfluence,
Pantytec,
Minutemen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Amon Düül,
Eric Dolphy,
Marvin Gaye,
the Human League,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Real Kids,
Crooked Eye,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
K-Klass,
Alton Ellis,
The Dead C,
DJ Style,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Graham Central Station,
Moebius,
the Association,
New Order,
The Tremeloes,
The Neon Judgement,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hardrive,
The United States of America,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thompson Twins,
Chris & Cosey,
Camberwell Now,
Neil Young,
Juan Atkins,
Hashim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Slick Rick,
Eric Copeland,
Little Man,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DJ Sneak,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.