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 Slovakia and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Hoover to the jazz 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Little Man,
Traffic Nightmare,
Monolake,
David Bowie,
Brass Construction,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eden Ahbez,
Flash Fearless,
Dawn Penn,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Busters,
Moby Grape,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soft Cell,
Crooked Eye,
Sam Rivers,
The Doors,
Funky Four + One,
Rod Modell,
Suicide,
Technova,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scott Walker,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eve St. Jones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Josef K,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hashim,
Agitation Free,
Althea and Donna,
The Five Americans,
Public Enemy,
Skaos,
Magma,
Echospace,
Fad Gadget,
The Music Machine,
The Toasters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Laurel Aitken,
Simply Red,
Rekid,
Hot Snakes,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Young Rascals,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mo-Dettes,
The Moleskins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Avey Tare,
Surgeon,
Vladislav Delay,
Symarip,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Panda Bear,
Quantec,
Rosa Yemen,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.