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 Ecuador and from Salvador.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eli Mardock to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
X-Ray Spex,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
B.T. Express,
Alice Coltrane,
Rapeman,
Barry Ungar,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sex Pistols,
Camouflage,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kerri Chandler,
Niagra,
The Divine Comedy,
The Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Magma,
Bobby Sherman,
Pantytec,
Pagans,
LL Cool J,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sällskapet,
John Foxx,
Tim Buckley,
Joy Division,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lebanon Hanover,
Althea and Donna,
Pierre Henry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Moody Blues,
The Cowsills,
Angry Samoans,
The Associates,
The Seeds,
Boredoms,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pantaleimon,
Kenny Larkin,
Eric Dolphy,
Average White Band,
Tomorrow,
T.S.O.L.,
John Holt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Patti Smith,
ABBA,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Black Dice,
Lower 48,
The J.B.'s,
The Music Machine,
Parry Music,
The Index,
Y Pants,
The Invisible,
Peter & Gordon,
Shoche,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Prince Buster,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.