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 Swaziland and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 Terrestrial Tones to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
The Fortunes,
the Slits,
The Fall,
Livin' Joy,
Second Layer,
Lower 48,
The Count Five,
Wally Richardson,
Sällskapet,
Circle Jerks,
Black Bananas,
Yellowson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Procol Harum,
Bang On A Can,
Kool Moe Dee,
Connie Case,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Prince Buster,
Sun Ra,
Laurel Aitken,
Donald Byrd,
Carl Craig,
Rites of Spring,
Eden Ahbez,
The Slackers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Banda Bassotti,
Spoonie Gee,
Marmalade,
Whodini,
Robert Wyatt,
JFA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Radiohead,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Evens,
Ken Boothe,
June of 44,
Todd Terry,
Buzzcocks,
Das Ding,
Sarah Menescal,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nico,
Faust,
Gang of Four,
The Gladiators,
Masters at Work,
Aural Exciters,
Brand Nubian,
Maurizio,
K-Klass,
Black Pus,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
New York Dolls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bush Tetras,
These Immortal Souls,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.