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 Spain and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar 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 Eden Ahbez to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Jandek,
Jeff Mills,
The Star Department,
The Durutti Column,
Ponytail,
Supertramp,
Gang Green,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fuzztones,
The Barracudas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Half Japanese,
Tubeway Army,
Max Romeo,
Slick Rick,
Robert Görl,
Porter Ricks,
Rotary Connection,
Scrapy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ludus,
Desert Stars,
The Vogues,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sister Nancy,
Echospace,
Accadde A,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Albert Ayler,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fall,
Andrew Hill,
Absolute Body Control,
Japan,
The Pretty Things,
the Germs,
Josef K,
The Standells,
Y Pants,
The Slits,
Colin Newman,
Eden Ahbez,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Maleditus Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lightning Bolt,
Infiniti,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bad Manners,
Franke,
Roxette,
Saccharine Trust,
The Human League,
the Fania All-Stars,
H. Thieme,
Ossler,
Pantaleimon,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.