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 Togo and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 John Cale to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jandek,
Inner City,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pole,
Dawn Penn,
Reagan Youth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Swans,
Warsaw,
Anakelly,
Nik Kershaw,
Peter and Kerry,
Boredoms,
Janne Schatter,
Basic Channel,
Toni Rubio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
10cc,
Camberwell Now,
Niagra,
Icehouse,
Marvin Gaye,
Youth Brigade,
Model 500,
Can,
The Selecter,
Wings,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Blancmange,
June Days,
Barbara Tucker,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Graham Central Station,
Carl Craig,
Johnny Clarke,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fear,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scientists,
Vladislav Delay,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sarah Menescal,
Kurtis Blow,
The Doors,
John Lydon,
Bill Near,
Flamin' Groovies,
Echospace,
Man Parrish,
Outsiders,
Hot Snakes,
The Neon Judgement,
Aswad,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.