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 Uzbekistan and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sun City Girls to the jazz 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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Procol Harum,
Sun Ra,
Deadbeat,
Moby Grape,
Tubeway Army,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Don Cherry,
Black Moon,
Nils Olav,
the Human League,
Negative Approach,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Association,
Gang of Four,
Cal Tjader,
Kenny Larkin,
the Germs,
the Slits,
Silicon Teens,
Underground Resistance,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Franke,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Tremeloes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Remains,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marshall Jefferson,
Toni Rubio,
Nirvana,
John Lydon,
Flash Fearless,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
James White and The Blacks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eurythmics,
The United States of America,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pulsallama,
The Smoke,
Tomorrow,
Oblivians,
Connie Case,
The Cramps,
Liliput,
Technova,
Country Teasers,
Jerry's Kids,
Thee Headcoats,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Flesh Eaters,
F. McDonald,
Icehouse,
B.T. Express,
Blossom Toes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Television Personalities,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.