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 Switzerland and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Carl Craig to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fuzztones,
Dead Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Letta Mbulu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soul Sonic Force,
Carl Craig,
Sexual Harrassment,
10cc,
Josef K,
Electric Prunes,
Scrapy,
The Raincoats,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bill Wells,
Shoche,
Arthur Verocai,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Selecter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bush Tetras,
Reuben Wilson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Todd Rundgren,
Ice-T,
Massinfluence,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soft Machine,
Brass Construction,
Camouflage,
Drive Like Jehu,
Absolute Body Control,
Tommy Roe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grauzone,
Blossom Toes,
The Motions,
Quantec,
Eli Mardock,
Hashim,
Amazonics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gladiators,
Lungfish,
Japan,
Blancmange,
AZ,
PIL,
The Velvet Underground,
Amon Düül,
Grey Daturas,
Bad Manners,
Jandek,
Unrelated Segments,
Erykah Badu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.