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 Slovenia and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 New Age Steppers to the jazz 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Sonics,
Danielle Patucci,
Toni Rubio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marmalade,
Radio Birdman,
Donny Hathaway,
Barbara Tucker,
Adolescents,
The Human League,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Swans,
Mantronix,
Frankie Knuckles,
Saccharine Trust,
Max Romeo,
Tim Buckley,
Juan Atkins,
Dave Gahan,
Negative Approach,
Roger Hodgson,
Jawbox,
The Names,
Jimmy McGriff,
Q and Not U,
Don Cherry,
Nico,
Pet Shop Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Residents,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The New Christs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chris Corsano,
Matthew Bourne,
Altered Images,
the Slits,
Faust,
Intrusion,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aloha Tigers,
Massinfluence,
Nation of Ulysses,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
CMW,
June of 44,
Shoche,
Lalann,
PIL,
Arab on Radar,
Fad Gadget,
X-Ray Spex,
Glambeats Corp.,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.