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 Brazil and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
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 organ 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 The Last Poets to the disco 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Essential Logic,
the Swans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Malaria!,
DJ Sneak,
Ken Boothe,
Shuggie Otis,
Yusef Lateef,
Eric Copeland,
Ronan,
Barbara Tucker,
Mad Mike,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Man Parrish,
Ultravox,
Sällskapet,
Franke,
New Order,
T. Rex,
Bill Near,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gories,
Thee Headcoats,
Moss Icon,
The Cramps,
Visage,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gladiators,
Pagans,
Sun City Girls,
Mr. Review,
Simply Red,
Rapeman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang of Four,
Flipper,
Robert Görl,
Aural Exciters,
Connie Case,
Mandrill,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Flag,
Monolake,
New Age Steppers,
Godley & Creme,
The Saints,
Bad Manners,
10cc,
Youth Brigade,
Drexciya,
These Immortal Souls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rotary Connection,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.