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 Denmark and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
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 808 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 Basic Channel to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crispian St. Peters,
Sex Pistols,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Audionom,
The Sonics,
Sarah Menescal,
Royal Trux,
Blossom Toes,
The Names,
Lou Reed,
Adolescents,
Pantaleimon,
Television,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
David Axelrod,
Isaac Hayes,
Joy Division,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cramps,
Franke,
Flash Fearless,
Public Enemy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rosa Yemen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
MDC,
The Black Dice,
Animal Collective,
H. Thieme,
Sound Behaviour,
Japan,
Susan Cadogan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rites of Spring,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Althea and Donna,
Donny Hathaway,
John Coltrane,
Quadrant,
Robert Görl,
The Dead C,
Minnie Riperton,
Jeff Mills,
Underground Resistance,
Connie Case,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Shuggie Otis,
Faust,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David McCallum,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
World's Most,
Unrelated Segments,
Saccharine Trust,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Sheep,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crooked Eye,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.