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 Macedonia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Maurizio to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Fraelich record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kayak,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sixth Finger,
Joensuu 1685,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Idris Muhammad,
Niagra,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Neon Judgement,
Model 500,
Angry Samoans,
Ronan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jacques Brel,
Pierre Henry,
Adolescents,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pere Ubu,
Donald Byrd,
Basic Channel,
Section 25,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barrington Levy,
DNA,
Jandek,
The Move,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bronski Beat,
Lee Hazlewood,
F. McDonald,
Judy Mowatt,
La Düsseldorf,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joyce Sims,
Masters at Work,
The Dead C,
Gong,
Girls At Our Best!,
Moss Icon,
Rites of Spring,
Can,
Aural Exciters,
Amon Düül II,
cv313,
Symarip,
Fugazi,
Mission of Burma,
Scrapy,
Lindisfarne,
Colin Newman,
L. Decosne,
The Gun Club,
Grauzone,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.