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 East Timor and from Beijing.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Darondo to the funk 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Lou Reed,
Nirvana,
Swell Maps,
Jeff Lynne,
The Motions,
The Fortunes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yellowson,
Circle Jerks,
Gong,
Supertramp,
Animal Collective,
Ronan,
The Searchers,
Tubeway Army,
Warsaw,
Bush Tetras,
Joe Finger,
Swans,
Infiniti,
The Black Dice,
Graham Central Station,
Nils Olav,
Warren Ellis,
Lindisfarne,
DJ Style,
Niagra,
Basic Channel,
The United States of America,
Iggy Pop,
Underground Resistance,
The Slackers,
Quadrant,
The Human League,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Stooges,
K-Klass,
David McCallum,
The Blues Magoos,
The Birthday Party,
The Slits,
Michelle Simonal,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bill Wells,
The Real Kids,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jeff Mills,
Silicon Teens,
Lalann,
The Barracudas,
Amazonics,
X-Ray Spex,
Stiv Bators,
Tres Demented,
Excepter,
Lucky Dragons,
Arcadia,
Sun Ra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dead Boys,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.