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 Paraguay and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 sitar 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 Ludus to the jazz 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Radiohead,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Godley & Creme,
CMW,
Archie Shepp,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Swans,
Model 500,
The Gories,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neu!,
Subhumans,
Yazoo,
Eve St. Jones,
Urselle,
Darondo,
kango's stein massive,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sparks,
Minny Pops,
Arab on Radar,
Gerry Rafferty,
Carl Craig,
Piero Umiliani,
Quando Quango,
the Sonics,
Magma,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scientists,
Lalo Schifrin,
Skriet,
Frankie Knuckles,
X-Ray Spex,
The Move,
The Residents,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jesper Dahlback,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Junior Murvin,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
Pussy Galore,
Marine Girls,
Mark Hollis,
Dawn Penn,
Accadde A,
Brand Nubian,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Toasters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barry Ungar,
DNA,
Marshall Jefferson,
Anthony Braxton,
The Velvet Underground,
Icehouse,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Skarface,
The Searchers,
Warsaw,
Amazonics,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.