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 Sweden and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba 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 the Sonics to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Cal Tjader,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sixth Finger,
Nirvana,
The Young Rascals,
Mandrill,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scientists,
Mark Hollis,
Nils Olav,
Massinfluence,
Sonic Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sugar Minott,
The Offenders,
Cluster,
Todd Rundgren,
The Shadows of Knight,
Funky Four + One,
Groovy Waters,
Black Bananas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Man Parrish,
Rufus Thomas,
Piero Umiliani,
The Wake,
Oneida,
Monolake,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Evens,
Essential Logic,
The Moody Blues,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minny Pops,
John Holt,
Trumans Water,
Simply Red,
Sparks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Sound,
Ultra Naté,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Dead C,
The Standells,
KRS-One,
Moebius,
Joyce Sims,
One Last Wish,
The Fuzztones,
PIL,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joe Smooth,
Chris Corsano,
Skaos,
Chrome,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.