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 Netherlands and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes 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 KRS-One to the punk 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fortunes,
Faraquet,
Tres Demented,
Stiv Bators,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Womack,
June of 44,
New Order,
B.T. Express,
Lyres,
Severed Heads,
Popol Vuh,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ohio Players,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Maleditus Sound,
Maurizio,
Das Ding,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lucky Dragons,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Susan Cadogan,
Donald Byrd,
The Divine Comedy,
Albert Ayler,
Derrick May,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Sheep,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Throbbing Gristle,
Suicide,
John Coltrane,
The Toasters,
Peter and Kerry,
Lindisfarne,
Neu!,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Althea and Donna,
Newcleus,
Judy Mowatt,
Zero Boys,
Brass Construction,
The Doors,
Sun City Girls,
Soft Cell,
The J.B.'s,
Joensuu 1685,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Anthony Braxton,
Nirvana,
Accadde A,
Mark Hollis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eli Mardock,
Mars,
Roxette,
48th St. Collective,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Derrick Morgan,
The Stooges,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.