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 Portugal and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cal Tjader to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grey Daturas,
Eddi Front,
Clear Light,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Urselle,
Marine Girls,
Fugazi,
Ice-T,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tomorrow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Slits,
Guru Guru,
Jandek,
Tubeway Army,
D'Angelo,
Faraquet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scott Walker,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ronan,
Harry Pussy,
the Sonics,
The Cowsills,
Anthony Braxton,
Steve Hackett,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kaleidoscope,
Traffic Nightmare,
The United States of America,
Dark Day,
U.S. Maple,
Althea and Donna,
Scrapy,
Arthur Verocai,
John Foxx,
Young Marble Giants,
Todd Terry,
EPMD,
Ossler,
Shuggie Otis,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Byrd,
The Monks,
Barry Ungar,
Davy DMX,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Sherman,
Surgeon,
Bootsy Collins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Avey Tare,
Monks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
X-Ray Spex,
the Slits,
Max Romeo,
Bizarre Inc.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Motorama,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.