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 Korea North and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 Zapp to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
The Velvet Underground,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Icehouse,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deakin,
Terry Callier,
Country Teasers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Drexciya,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jacob Miller,
Erykah Badu,
The Litter,
Carl Craig,
the Association,
Black Bananas,
The Smoke,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Oneida,
Ken Boothe,
Kas Product,
Joyce Sims,
Junior Murvin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Blancmange,
The Slits,
Kerri Chandler,
Sex Pistols,
The Move,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fear,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
B.T. Express,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Oblivians,
Pole,
Nas,
H. Thieme,
Camberwell Now,
Danielle Patucci,
Radio Birdman,
Sonic Youth,
Negative Approach,
Buzzcocks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Malaria!,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fuzztones,
Morten Harket,
Magazine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Swell Maps,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Reed,
Q65,
Archie Shepp,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Golliwogs,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.