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 Tanzania and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jeff Mills 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
New Age Steppers,
Erasure,
Sarah Menescal,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Schoolly D,
Sonic Youth,
Colin Newman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joyce Sims,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Second Layer,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Letta Mbulu,
Bush Tetras,
Scott Walker,
Sunsets and Hearts,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Christie,
Main Source,
Terrestrial Tones,
T. Rex,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aswad,
Marine Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Infiniti,
Jawbox,
The Kinks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Metal Thangz,
Make Up,
Icehouse,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cure,
The Slits,
One Last Wish,
Gerry Rafferty,
UT,
Gabor Szabo,
Amon Düül II,
The Standells,
Glenn Branca,
DJ Style,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Public Enemy,
Zero Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Supertramp,
Lower 48,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Spoonie Gee,
The Real Kids,
Dual Sessions,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.