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 Peru and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum 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 Neu! to the punk 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Index,
Faraquet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Chris Corsano,
Brick,
Marc Almond,
Anakelly,
Desert Stars,
Derrick May,
T.S.O.L.,
Arthur Verocai,
The Real Kids,
Erasure,
Minny Pops,
Wolf Eyes,
Tim Buckley,
The Star Department,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stereo Dub,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Robert Wyatt,
Idris Muhammad,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Invisible,
Schoolly D,
New Age Steppers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bill Wells,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Shuggie Otis,
Robert Görl,
Lightning Bolt,
Alice Coltrane,
Urselle,
Heaven 17,
Interpol,
Little Man,
Nirvana,
Swell Maps,
Lou Reed,
Panda Bear,
Pantytec,
Jawbox,
Anthony Braxton,
Rufus Thomas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nas,
Flipper,
Soft Machine,
Stiv Bators,
Negative Approach,
Sam Rivers,
Half Japanese,
Blake Baxter,
Sarah Menescal,
Nils Olav,
Animal Collective,
Grey Daturas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.