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 Saudi Arabia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 The Litter to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Brick,
Bizarre Inc.,
David Bowie,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
L. Decosne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Delon & Dalcan,
Reagan Youth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rotary Connection,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Monks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Flag,
Thompson Twins,
Schoolly D,
Sällskapet,
Duran Duran,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camouflage,
The Move,
Sex Pistols,
FM Einheit,
The Beau Brummels,
Sly & The Family Stone,
MDC,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fatback Band,
The Fall,
Television Personalities,
Mark Hollis,
Lightning Bolt,
Cybotron,
Crash Course in Science,
Joensuu 1685,
Michelle Simonal,
The Raincoats,
Josef K,
Harry Pussy,
Deakin,
Bootsy Collins,
Tommy Roe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Davy DMX,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Easy Going,
the Soft Cell,
Isaac Hayes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Darondo,
Hashim,
The J.B.'s,
Agitation Free,
Black Sheep,
Arthur Verocai,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.