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 Serbia and from Manchester.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Rotary Connection to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Altered Images,
Kerri Chandler,
Glambeats Corp.,
Faust,
Sparks,
Little Man,
The Searchers,
Ludus,
Mission of Burma,
Freddie Wadling,
Ponytail,
Can,
Bill Wells,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Reed,
Flash Fearless,
U.S. Maple,
The Raincoats,
Kas Product,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dead Boys,
Pole,
Jacob Miller,
Gang Starr,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gap Band,
Jacques Brel,
Neil Young,
Pantytec,
Henry Cow,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cecil Taylor,
Outsiders,
Skarface,
Lee Hazlewood,
Au Pairs,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Holt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Monks,
Slick Rick,
The Techniques,
The Gun Club,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Siglo XX,
Technova,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Womack,
Josef K,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Names,
Radio Birdman,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Remains,
UT,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.