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 Angola and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Maleditus Sound to the dance 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Freddie Wadling,
The Saints,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soft Machine,
The Skatalites,
Lalann,
Ronan,
The Pop Group,
The Raincoats,
Gregory Isaacs,
48th St. Collective,
The Neon Judgement,
Grey Daturas,
The Count Five,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scion,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Darondo,
Skarface,
New York Dolls,
Oblivians,
The United States of America,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Piero Umiliani,
Zapp,
Amon Düül II,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Motorama,
OOIOO,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minny Pops,
Main Source,
Suicide,
Dawn Penn,
Cybotron,
Bronski Beat,
Absolute Body Control,
Leonard Cohen,
Ken Boothe,
Gang Gang Dance,
Duran Duran,
Urselle,
Agent Orange,
Echospace,
Gastr Del Sol,
R.M.O.,
Pole,
DJ Sneak,
the Association,
Avey Tare,
Glambeats Corp.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Little Man,
Marcia Griffiths,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soul II Soul,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.