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 Azerbaijan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Michael McDonald 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the techno 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Eve St. Jones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The United States of America,
The Slits,
In Retrospect,
The Monochrome Set,
Radiopuhelimet,
Babytalk,
Judy Mowatt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Con Funk Shun,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Fania All-Stars,
Skaos,
Faraquet,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Christie,
Aloha Tigers,
Swans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Terrestrial Tones,
Panda Bear,
Stockholm Monsters,
Au Pairs,
Aswad,
The Durutti Column,
The Martian,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Section 25,
Erasure,
The Sonics,
Ultravox,
Marine Girls,
Darondo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rites of Spring,
Desert Stars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Skarface,
Franke,
The Star Department,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bush Tetras,
Lyres,
Unrelated Segments,
Joensuu 1685,
48th St. Collective,
Brass Construction,
Jandek,
Rotary Connection,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sarah Menescal,
Crispian St. Peters,
Outsiders,
Sun Ra,
Cluster,
Morten Harket,
Swell Maps,
The Vogues,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.