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 Albania and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sun City Girls to the crunk 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Goldenarms,
The Red Krayola,
The Fuzztones,
The Sonics,
Hasil Adkins,
The Index,
The Walker Brothers,
The Victims,
Jeff Lynne,
The Names,
The Human League,
Fear,
Skriet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scott Walker,
Von Mondo,
The Golliwogs,
Ultravox,
Eric Dolphy,
Panda Bear,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nation of Ulysses,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Procol Harum,
Susan Cadogan,
Alison Limerick,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Carl Craig,
One Last Wish,
The Selecter,
Brick,
The Invisible,
Deadbeat,
Sugar Minott,
Ice-T,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ponytail,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nick Fraelich,
The Sound,
the Normal,
Radiohead,
Hoover,
Adolescents,
the Association,
Brothers Johnson,
Glenn Branca,
Bronski Beat,
Magazine,
The Music Machine,
Pantaleimon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rod Modell,
Public Enemy,
Franke,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sixth Finger,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.