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 Czech Republic and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Animal Collective,
New Order,
The New Christs,
The Smoke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Surgeon,
Massinfluence,
The Count Five,
Kayak,
Crash Course in Science,
Jawbox,
Theoretical Girls,
Brick,
Tim Buckley,
Soul II Soul,
Guru Guru,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Moleskins,
Wolf Eyes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Magma,
Michelle Simonal,
The Pretty Things,
the Human League,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yellowson,
Outsiders,
Sun Ra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
JFA,
La Düsseldorf,
China Crisis,
Arcadia,
The Star Department,
Kenny Larkin,
Ralphi Rosario,
X-Ray Spex,
48th St. Collective,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scratch Acid,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Radio Birdman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Easy Going,
The Busters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Warsaw,
Bobby Byrd,
Sex Pistols,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
This Heat,
Camberwell Now,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.