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 Guinea-Bissau and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 Index to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
The Litter,
Man Parrish,
Boredoms,
Marvin Gaye,
Swans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Anakelly,
Faust,
Crash Course in Science,
The Pop Group,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Blues Magoos,
The Monochrome Set,
Monolake,
Barbara Tucker,
Jeru the Damaja,
Average White Band,
Drexciya,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Quando Quango,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Toasters,
Gichy Dan,
The Moody Blues,
Mo-Dettes,
Spoonie Gee,
Soul Sonic Force,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Amon Düül II,
The Moleskins,
Alphaville,
Neu!,
Harmonia,
Morten Harket,
Khruangbin,
Parry Music,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cameo,
UT,
The Red Krayola,
The Real Kids,
Lungfish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Duran Duran,
Skriet,
David Bowie,
Camberwell Now,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
James White and The Blacks,
Jesper Dahlback,
X-Ray Spex,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Surgeon,
48th St. Collective,
the Bar-Kays,
the Sonics,
Lakeside,
Black Bananas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.