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 Israel and from Paris.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 China Crisis to the funk 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Masters at Work,
Amon Düül II,
Vladislav Delay,
Kurtis Blow,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
H. Thieme,
Alphaville,
Aloha Tigers,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Leaves,
Marmalade,
Supertramp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lalo Schifrin,
Byron Stingily,
Sam Rivers,
Nirvana,
K-Klass,
Guru Guru,
The Pretty Things,
Darondo,
The Electric Prunes,
The Happenings,
The Beau Brummels,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Visage,
Ronan,
Gong,
David Bowie,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kerri Chandler,
Parry Music,
Rekid,
The Divine Comedy,
AZ,
Junior Murvin,
Nas,
Young Marble Giants,
Iggy Pop,
Trumans Water,
Crispy Ambulance,
Faust,
T.S.O.L.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Moss Icon,
The J.B.'s,
Robert Hood,
Tres Demented,
Television Personalities,
Eli Mardock,
Drexciya,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camberwell Now,
Gastr Del Sol,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joyce Sims,
Rufus Thomas,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.