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 Guinea and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro 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 Janne Schatter to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barry Ungar,
Blake Baxter,
Kerri Chandler,
Scott Walker,
Boredoms,
Chris Corsano,
Peter and Kerry,
Pussy Galore,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alphaville,
Nirvana,
The Beau Brummels,
Heaven 17,
The Knickerbockers,
Sam Rivers,
Warsaw,
Davy DMX,
Tropical Tobacco,
B.T. Express,
The Vogues,
Barrington Levy,
a-ha,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
James White and The Blacks,
The Sonics,
Main Source,
Wolf Eyes,
The Count Five,
Liliput,
The Smiths,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mad Mike,
Siglo XX,
Bang On A Can,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bush Tetras,
New Age Steppers,
Gil Scott Heron,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Mummies,
Half Japanese,
Nils Olav,
John Cale,
Procol Harum,
Mary Jane Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Spoonie Gee,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Maurizio,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
OOIOO,
Technova,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.