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 Sweden and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
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 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 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 Newcleus to the grunge 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
The American Breed,
Dual Sessions,
Bob Dylan,
Flipper,
The Barracudas,
Neil Young,
Sound Behaviour,
Isaac Hayes,
Soft Cell,
Cheater Slicks,
Kenny Larkin,
Nas,
Icehouse,
Grey Daturas,
AZ,
Cybotron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Interpol,
John Coltrane,
UT,
Eden Ahbez,
Marc Almond,
Hoover,
Black Bananas,
This Heat,
Bobby Sherman,
Subhumans,
Von Mondo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Suicide,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gong,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Flag,
The Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
The Sonics,
Reagan Youth,
Scion,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Shuggie Otis,
Negative Approach,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lalann,
Altered Images,
Gang Green,
Aloha Tigers,
D'Angelo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
ABC,
The Mummies,
Donald Byrd,
Infiniti,
Hashim,
Drexciya,
the Germs,
Moss Icon,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Knickerbockers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.