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 Uruguay and from London.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar 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 Black Moon to the dance 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Radio Birdman,
Moebius,
Rosa Yemen,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Curtis Mayfield,
CMW,
Skaos,
Sarah Menescal,
Scientists,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hashim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Associates,
Inner City,
Andrew Hill,
Dead Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alphaville,
Fat Boys,
Lower 48,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Magma,
Quadrant,
Japan,
The Knickerbockers,
Monks,
The American Breed,
AZ,
Cluster,
Prince Buster,
Lucky Dragons,
the Soft Cell,
Negative Approach,
Joy Division,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gories,
The Monks,
Heaven 17,
FM Einheit,
The Stooges,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hasil Adkins,
Reuben Wilson,
Kaleidoscope,
The Wake,
The Modern Lovers,
Tres Demented,
The Leaves,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Von Mondo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soul II Soul,
T. Rex,
Jerry's Kids,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.