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 Egypt and from Salvador.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare 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 B.T. Express to the rock 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Joe Smooth,
The Fugs,
KRS-One,
The Motions,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang Gang Dance,
Von Mondo,
June of 44,
Animal Collective,
Charles Mingus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yellowson,
The Buckinghams,
X-102,
The New Christs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tubeway Army,
Terry Callier,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Offenders,
David McCallum,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jimmy McGriff,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sonic Youth,
Warsaw,
Fear,
Ohio Players,
Public Image Ltd.,
June Days,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
cv313,
Janne Schatter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Robert Wyatt,
Masters at Work,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pylon,
Simply Red,
Ponytail,
Radio Birdman,
Ice-T,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Depeche Mode,
Quantec,
Radiopuhelimet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gladiators,
Brand Nubian,
The Golliwogs,
kango's stein massive,
Zero Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
Agitation Free,
Frankie Knuckles,
Moss Icon,
Kaleidoscope,
Interpol,
Altered Images,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.