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 Mexico and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Jawbox,
Black Pus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grey Daturas,
June of 44,
Stetsasonic,
Babytalk,
Lower 48,
This Heat,
Anakelly,
Audionom,
The Motions,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hasil Adkins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Quando Quango,
Janne Schatter,
Warsaw,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Archie Shepp,
the Association,
Model 500,
Bill Near,
The Mummies,
Donny Hathaway,
The Stooges,
Bush Tetras,
Freddie Wadling,
Nik Kershaw,
Newcleus,
Jacob Miller,
Index,
OOIOO,
The Sound,
Prince Buster,
Vladislav Delay,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jesper Dahlback,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gong,
The Mojo Men,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Sherman,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gap Band,
Thompson Twins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minutemen,
Public Enemy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yazoo,
Davy DMX,
The Sonics,
The Move,
Anthony Braxton,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.