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 Croatia and from Taipei.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron 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 L. Decosne to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Visage,
Jawbox,
Wasted Youth,
JFA,
Mark Hollis,
John Holt,
Cal Tjader,
Ronnie Foster,
Skaos,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yazoo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tim Buckley,
Tom Boy,
Eden Ahbez,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
James White and The Blacks,
the Slits,
Japan,
June of 44,
Amazonics,
Cybotron,
The Associates,
The Velvet Underground,
Banda Bassotti,
Panda Bear,
The Gories,
The Cowsills,
Ten City,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Warren Ellis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Clear Light,
Massinfluence,
Rapeman,
Marine Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
Brass Construction,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Khruangbin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Golliwogs,
Jerry's Kids,
Ornette Coleman,
Peter and Kerry,
The Durutti Column,
The Cramps,
Whodini,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Josef K,
Minnie Riperton,
DJ Style,
The Leaves,
Neil Young,
Sun Ra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.