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 Senegal and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 Chrome to the crunk 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Pus,
The Gun Club,
Siglo XX,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Danielle Patucci,
Sonic Youth,
Roy Ayers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
June of 44,
Mandrill,
Matthew Bourne,
Con Funk Shun,
Althea and Donna,
Girls At Our Best!,
Unwound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Standells,
Alice Coltrane,
Harmonia,
Roxy Music,
Magma,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tomorrow,
Quadrant,
Mark Hollis,
Heaven 17,
Blossom Toes,
The Blues Magoos,
Banda Bassotti,
Das Ding,
Massinfluence,
Prince Buster,
A Certain Ratio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dark Day,
Wings,
The Velvet Underground,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Public Enemy,
The Remains,
Clear Light,
Pierre Henry,
Organ,
Audionom,
The Index,
Malaria!,
Sparks,
Isaac Hayes,
The Grass Roots,
T. Rex,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jeff Mills,
Pere Ubu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ronnie Foster,
Jacob Miller,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.