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 Denmark and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sonic Youth to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
La Düsseldorf,
Accadde A,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Adolescents,
Fat Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
Jawbox,
The Litter,
Parry Music,
Absolute Body Control,
Wolf Eyes,
Minnie Riperton,
The Black Dice,
Jeff Mills,
Colin Newman,
Audionom,
One Last Wish,
The Slits,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eric Dolphy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jeff Lynne,
Nick Fraelich,
James White and The Blacks,
Wasted Youth,
Unwound,
Robert Görl,
Au Pairs,
Susan Cadogan,
Davy DMX,
Wings,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Barracudas,
Patti Smith,
Lindisfarne,
Theoretical Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gap Band,
Man Parrish,
Deakin,
Jacob Miller,
The Walker Brothers,
Fugazi,
Spandau Ballet,
Newcleus,
Cybotron,
Youth Brigade,
Dead Boys,
the Swans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rotary Connection,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sällskapet,
Black Pus,
Matthew Bourne,
Hashim,
Grey Daturas,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Human League,
Angry Samoans,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.