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 Andorra and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 Modern Lovers to the punk 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dark Day,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jandek,
Alice Coltrane,
Lower 48,
The Fugs,
Hashim,
Andrew Hill,
Agitation Free,
Amazonics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deakin,
Johnny Clarke,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Monks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Talk Talk,
The Move,
Reagan Youth,
Amon Düül II,
The Star Department,
Bobby Hutcherson,
H. Thieme,
Marmalade,
Joensuu 1685,
Camouflage,
The Dead C,
Moby Grape,
Second Layer,
Nick Fraelich,
Aloha Tigers,
Intrusion,
The Grass Roots,
Donny Hathaway,
Unwound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Cale,
Arcadia,
Ponytail,
The Blues Magoos,
KRS-One,
Buzzcocks,
Isaac Hayes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Harmonia,
Moebius,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Steve Hackett,
Johnny Osbourne,
Agent Orange,
The Blackbyrds,
The Mojo Men,
Piero Umiliani,
Lindisfarne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Whodini,
Metal Thangz,
Crooked Eye,
Angry Samoans,
Ossler,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.