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 Montenegro and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Audionom to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Suburban Knight,
The Neon Judgement,
The Evens,
Icehouse,
KRS-One,
The Shadows of Knight,
Accadde A,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wolf Eyes,
The Stooges,
Kerri Chandler,
Subhumans,
Carl Craig,
Kevin Saunderson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gichy Dan,
Negative Approach,
The Kinks,
Soulsonic Force,
John Coltrane,
Jandek,
Piero Umiliani,
The Star Department,
The Zeros,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Byron Stingily,
Scion,
UT,
Rufus Thomas,
Sun City Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
The American Breed,
Brand Nubian,
Siglo XX,
U.S. Maple,
Robert Görl,
Tom Boy,
EPMD,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minnie Riperton,
Sister Nancy,
Hoover,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dual Sessions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Electric Prunes,
Gang Green,
Robert Hood,
Cal Tjader,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Blues Magoos,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Idris Muhammad,
Motorama,
Pylon,
Scan 7,
Minny Pops,
Don Cherry,
Chrome,
Robert Wyatt,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.