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 Sri Lanka and from Lyon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Vogues to the grunge 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Reagan Youth,
Tears for Fears,
Panda Bear,
Jacques Brel,
Fat Boys,
Roxy Music,
Pierre Henry,
Rufus Thomas,
Howard Jones,
Darondo,
Gang of Four,
Cybotron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Altered Images,
Pet Shop Boys,
Skriet,
DJ Style,
Public Image Ltd.,
Angry Samoans,
Gang Starr,
Fugazi,
Arthur Verocai,
John Coltrane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultra Naté,
Pantaleimon,
Can,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brick,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stereo Dub,
Nation of Ulysses,
Radio Birdman,
Zero Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Arcadia,
The Sound,
Yaz,
Monolake,
Echospace,
Susan Cadogan,
Henry Cow,
Eddi Front,
Crash Course in Science,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Kinks,
Black Flag,
Alison Limerick,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultimate Spinach,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barrington Levy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Max Romeo,
Make Up,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Neon Judgement,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.