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 Sudan and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Swans to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Names,
Rosa Yemen,
Arthur Verocai,
Buzzcocks,
Ornette Coleman,
Camouflage,
Sugar Minott,
Danielle Patucci,
Reuben Wilson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Thompson Twins,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Germs,
Eric Dolphy,
Neil Young,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Masters at Work,
The Golliwogs,
New York Dolls,
X-101,
Little Man,
Altered Images,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Outsiders,
Donny Hathaway,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Wyatt,
Susan Cadogan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Motions,
Eve St. Jones,
Barrington Levy,
Gabor Szabo,
The Durutti Column,
Public Enemy,
The Smoke,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ossler,
Joe Finger,
Lucky Dragons,
Peter and Kerry,
Hardrive,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Echospace,
Andrew Hill,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Moody Blues,
DJ Sneak,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Q65,
The Victims,
Throbbing Gristle,
Electric Prunes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cure,
PIL,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.