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 Tanzania and from Johannesburg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 R.M.O. to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Kevin Saunderson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Donald Byrd,
Cecil Taylor,
The Moody Blues,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fear,
Black Pus,
Dead Boys,
Amon Düül,
Stetsasonic,
Amon Düül II,
Nico,
Don Cherry,
Max Romeo,
The Fuzztones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fad Gadget,
Niagra,
Pantytec,
The Leaves,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Misunderstood,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Reed,
Deepchord,
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Bananas,
Quando Quango,
The Divine Comedy,
Bush Tetras,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hoover,
Spandau Ballet,
Arab on Radar,
8 Eyed Spy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Byron Stingily,
Lebanon Hanover,
T. Rex,
Cameo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brothers Johnson,
Royal Trux,
Angry Samoans,
Accadde A,
Avey Tare,
New Order,
Funky Four + One,
Kayak,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Slits,
The Blues Magoos,
June of 44,
Guru Guru,
Gang Starr,
Donny Hathaway,
The Motions,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.