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 Turkey and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Charles Mingus to the techno 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Average White Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wasted Youth,
The Standells,
Alton Ellis,
B.T. Express,
Alice Coltrane,
Aloha Tigers,
Wally Richardson,
E-Dancer,
Morten Harket,
The Gories,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cure,
Gang of Four,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marc Almond,
Procol Harum,
Radiohead,
The Seeds,
Ice-T,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Colin Newman,
T. Rex,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fortunes,
Accadde A,
David Axelrod,
Jerry's Kids,
Blancmange,
Albert Ayler,
Groovy Waters,
Hoover,
Steve Hackett,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Music Machine,
Arab on Radar,
X-101,
Reuben Wilson,
Neu!,
Kurtis Blow,
Kenny Larkin,
Ponytail,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rufus Thomas,
Yellowson,
Boz Scaggs,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Vogues,
Peter and Kerry,
the Human League,
Sam Rivers,
Ohio Players,
10cc,
Young Marble Giants,
Dual Sessions,
The American Breed,
the Sonics,
Theoretical Girls,
Agitation Free,
Swell Maps,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.