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 France and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 David Bowie 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 Shoche to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yazoo,
Glenn Branca,
Morten Harket,
Moss Icon,
Trumans Water,
Graham Central Station,
The Invisible,
Charles Mingus,
Joey Negro,
Second Layer,
Liliput,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
In Retrospect,
Quando Quango,
The Happenings,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Parry Music,
The Monks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pantaleimon,
Dual Sessions,
Gang Starr,
Eli Mardock,
Can,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chris Corsano,
Bad Manners,
Junior Murvin,
Duran Duran,
Kaleidoscope,
Pole,
Japan,
Agitation Free,
Pierre Henry,
FM Einheit,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Depeche Mode,
Kurtis Blow,
Pulsallama,
Sonic Youth,
Dennis Brown,
Pussy Galore,
Loose Ends,
Moby Grape,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Tremeloes,
Minnie Riperton,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Oneida,
Youth Brigade,
Suburban Knight,
Alton Ellis,
James White and The Blacks,
Lindisfarne,
Scientists,
Gastr Del Sol,
KRS-One,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.