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 Mongolia and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe 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 Janne Schatter to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
MC5,
Inner City,
The Litter,
Alton Ellis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mark Hollis,
Harmonia,
FM Einheit,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fire Engines,
Quando Quango,
Brand Nubian,
The Names,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sex Pistols,
Peter and Kerry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wings,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
David Axelrod,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Young Rascals,
The Leaves,
Excepter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Todd Rundgren,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Country Teasers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Human League,
Soft Cell,
Shoche,
Bill Wells,
Circle Jerks,
Jeff Lynne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Terry Callier,
Sonny Sharrock,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Banda Bassotti,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Martian,
Carl Craig,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cure,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nas,
Alison Limerick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pantaleimon,
Byron Stingily,
Ludus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Blancmange,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Livin' Joy,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.