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 Cambodia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 Black Pus to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Lydon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jacob Miller,
The Birthday Party,
New Order,
Cluster,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mad Mike,
Negative Approach,
The Smiths,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cecil Taylor,
Steve Hackett,
48th St. Collective,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bootsy Collins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Matthew Bourne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Boz Scaggs,
Kaleidoscope,
Eddi Front,
Sandy B,
Basic Channel,
Rufus Thomas,
Joy Division,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wasted Youth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Au Pairs,
Sällskapet,
Rapeman,
X-Ray Spex,
One Last Wish,
Crime,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Maleditus Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Womack,
Alison Limerick,
Nils Olav,
the Slits,
Zero Boys,
Roxy Music,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joe Finger,
Gang of Four,
Joensuu 1685,
Stereo Dub,
the Sonics,
Little Man,
Lungfish,
A Certain Ratio,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.