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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 Khruangbin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Ultra Naté,
The Blues Magoos,
Surgeon,
Japan,
Spandau Ballet,
Make Up,
The Count Five,
Shuggie Otis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Talk Talk,
Kayak,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Womack,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ossler,
Amon Düül,
Bill Near,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Public Image Ltd.,
Boredoms,
Reuben Wilson,
the Bar-Kays,
Model 500,
Juan Atkins,
the Sonics,
Erasure,
Y Pants,
Ken Boothe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Max Romeo,
Lalann,
Von Mondo,
Flash Fearless,
Joyce Sims,
Barry Ungar,
Anthony Braxton,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Vogues,
Lalo Schifrin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Slits,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Derrick Morgan,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Move,
The Mummies,
The Toasters,
Laurel Aitken,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fortunes,
Clear Light,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Excepter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jandek,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brick,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.