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 Sri Lanka and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Cecil Taylor to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris Corsano record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Todd Rundgren,
Ronan,
Wasted Youth,
Ohio Players,
Joe Smooth,
Malaria!,
Khruangbin,
Suicide,
Lucky Dragons,
Eric Copeland,
Section 25,
Pylon,
Ossler,
Eli Mardock,
H. Thieme,
The Blackbyrds,
Anthony Braxton,
New Order,
John Coltrane,
Royal Trux,
the Germs,
Bootsy Collins,
Sight & Sound,
Colin Newman,
OOIOO,
JFA,
Soul II Soul,
Quantec,
Average White Band,
Sun City Girls,
Japan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joyce Sims,
Rakim,
DJ Style,
Blancmange,
Lalo Schifrin,
ABC,
Roger Hodgson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Patti Smith,
Bluetip,
Panda Bear,
The Martian,
The Litter,
Deepchord,
Negative Approach,
Das Ding,
Motorama,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Albert Ayler,
U.S. Maple,
Inner City,
Desert Stars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kaleidoscope,
The Victims,
Tres Demented,
Shoche,
T. Rex,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.