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 Comoros and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Skarface to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
The Blues Magoos,
cv313,
Rites of Spring,
Roxette,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cowsills,
Fatback Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Audionom,
Blake Baxter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Moleskins,
Q and Not U,
New Age Steppers,
Ice-T,
Scrapy,
John Holt,
Lucky Dragons,
The Happenings,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alton Ellis,
The Dirtbombs,
Interpol,
David Axelrod,
Nas,
Quantec,
Shoche,
Soul II Soul,
Ohio Players,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roger Hodgson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bizarre Inc.,
In Retrospect,
the Sonics,
The Pretty Things,
Donald Byrd,
Joey Negro,
Sister Nancy,
Average White Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pulsallama,
The United States of America,
Skarface,
Goldenarms,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eden Ahbez,
Avey Tare,
Eli Mardock,
Neu!,
the Soft Cell,
Monks,
Laurel Aitken,
Mars,
Sam Rivers,
Scion,
The Stooges,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eric Copeland,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.