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 Libya and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 Faust to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Lalo Schifrin,
New Age Steppers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Boredoms,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scan 7,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Drexciya,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Associates,
Traffic Nightmare,
Josef K,
Malaria!,
Eve St. Jones,
Lower 48,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Funky Four + One,
Nico,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Offenders,
Jesper Dahlback,
Spoonie Gee,
Arab on Radar,
La Düsseldorf,
Sällskapet,
The Stooges,
The Cowsills,
Swans,
The Real Kids,
Technova,
the Slits,
Skaos,
Animal Collective,
Little Man,
Joyce Sims,
Nils Olav,
Massinfluence,
Mo-Dettes,
Michelle Simonal,
Kurtis Blow,
the Bar-Kays,
Fear,
LL Cool J,
The Slackers,
The Divine Comedy,
Roxette,
Goldenarms,
Ituana,
Agitation Free,
Oneida,
Monolake,
Eric Copeland,
Yaz,
Barrington Levy,
Johnny Clarke,
The Searchers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.