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 Kiribati and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 Blossom Toes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Sällskapet,
The Associates,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Leaves,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
MDC,
KRS-One,
Steve Hackett,
Interpol,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Quadrant,
Deakin,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Womack,
Qualms,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Peter and Kerry,
Excepter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cecil Taylor,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fuzztones,
Radiohead,
Mary Jane Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
F. McDonald,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deepchord,
Tomorrow,
Peter & Gordon,
Grauzone,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Blackbyrds,
Circle Jerks,
Kaleidoscope,
K-Klass,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hashim,
Los Fastidios,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gichy Dan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Reuben Wilson,
Negative Approach,
Rites of Spring,
Derrick Morgan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultra Naté,
The Human League,
The Gap Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Throbbing Gristle,
Neu!,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.