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 Bulgaria and from Paris.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron 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 Cheater Slicks to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yusef Lateef,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Althea and Donna,
Scan 7,
Sight & Sound,
KRS-One,
Peter and Kerry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tomorrow,
Robert Görl,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Doors,
Duran Duran,
Panda Bear,
The Flesh Eaters,
Delon & Dalcan,
DJ Style,
Harry Pussy,
Mo-Dettes,
John Cale,
Scratch Acid,
The Victims,
Eddi Front,
The Toasters,
The Count Five,
Country Teasers,
The Star Department,
The Gun Club,
Pagans,
The Names,
Heaven 17,
Babytalk,
ABBA,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deepchord,
La Düsseldorf,
Sun City Girls,
Juan Atkins,
Severed Heads,
Camberwell Now,
Warren Ellis,
The Angels of Light,
Sonic Youth,
The Fire Engines,
Sonny Sharrock,
AZ,
Fugazi,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Motions,
Amon Düül II,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cowsills,
Man Eating Sloth,
Boredoms,
Barbara Tucker,
Pantytec,
Television,
Cal Tjader,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.