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 Bulgaria and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Lou Reed 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 UT to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Niagra,
Saccharine Trust,
Roger Hodgson,
Surgeon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amon Düül II,
The Names,
Kenny Larkin,
AZ,
Malaria!,
Suicide,
Idris Muhammad,
Agent Orange,
Anthony Braxton,
Lindisfarne,
Essential Logic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pantaleimon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crime,
Newcleus,
Wasted Youth,
John Holt,
Bluetip,
Radio Birdman,
Lightning Bolt,
Minny Pops,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Velvet Underground,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Evens,
China Crisis,
Robert Wyatt,
In Retrospect,
U.S. Maple,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Last Poets,
Barbara Tucker,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tim Buckley,
Nirvana,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lucky Dragons,
The Martian,
Depeche Mode,
John Foxx,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Association,
The Fall,
The Fuzztones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ossler,
The Fire Engines,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Detroit Cobras,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.