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 Maldives and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 Aaron Thompson to the punk 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
The Electric Prunes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scan 7,
Archie Shepp,
cv313,
Swell Maps,
Eurythmics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Accadde A,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Invisible,
Easy Going,
Sandy B,
Scrapy,
Bobby Sherman,
Mars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Traffic Nightmare,
Zero Boys,
Agitation Free,
The J.B.'s,
Second Layer,
Spoonie Gee,
Newcleus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Glambeats Corp.,
Shuggie Otis,
Ronan,
The Music Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fugs,
Supertramp,
The Star Department,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Durutti Column,
Hashim,
Barry Ungar,
The Beau Brummels,
Audionom,
Bill Near,
Brand Nubian,
Joe Smooth,
Alton Ellis,
Peter and Kerry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Radiohead,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Maurizio,
Wire,
Moby Grape,
Grey Daturas,
Don Cherry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Normal,
Essential Logic,
Gang of Four,
Vladislav Delay,
Lightning Bolt,
Fugazi,
Suicide,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.