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 Czech Republic and from Lagos.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Freddie Wadling 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Dave Gahan,
Pierre Henry,
Kayak,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Litter,
Bootsy Collins,
Boredoms,
John Coltrane,
Anthony Braxton,
Eddi Front,
Reuben Wilson,
The Residents,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dual Sessions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aaron Thompson,
Letta Mbulu,
Alison Limerick,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Unrelated Segments,
Jerry's Kids,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ice-T,
Theoretical Girls,
Darondo,
Yazoo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sarah Menescal,
Symarip,
Popol Vuh,
Jawbox,
Grauzone,
The Mojo Men,
B.T. Express,
Spoonie Gee,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ronnie Foster,
Bill Wells,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jeff Lynne,
Wire,
Pere Ubu,
The Fugs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Vainqueur,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Happenings,
The Velvet Underground,
The Toasters,
The Barracudas,
Pagans,
Lou Reed,
Heaven 17,
Minny Pops,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tommy Roe,
Franke,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.