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 Serbia and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Electric Prunes to the funk 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
X-Ray Spex,
Mandrill,
The Saints,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ohio Players,
Pere Ubu,
Saccharine Trust,
Traffic Nightmare,
Peter & Gordon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Flag,
Sugar Minott,
Warsaw,
The Buckinghams,
Man Parrish,
Thee Headcoats,
Jerry's Kids,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Spandau Ballet,
Niagra,
Peter and Kerry,
Kerri Chandler,
Big Daddy Kane,
Altered Images,
Idris Muhammad,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marvin Gaye,
Bronski Beat,
Das Ding,
Von Mondo,
Alton Ellis,
Oblivians,
The Wake,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mo-Dettes,
Barry Ungar,
Index,
the Germs,
Marmalade,
Kas Product,
Matthew Bourne,
Robert Wyatt,
Mr. Review,
Magma,
Bobbi Humphrey,
D'Angelo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Vladislav Delay,
John Coltrane,
E-Dancer,
Prince Buster,
Inner City,
David McCallum,
Glenn Branca,
Ponytail,
Radio Birdman,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Neon Judgement,
Sight & Sound,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.