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 Serbia 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin 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 Swans to the techno 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cheater Slicks,
the Human League,
The Vogues,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pussy Galore,
Trumans Water,
the Swans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Intrusion,
Con Funk Shun,
Mad Mike,
Jandek,
Aswad,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fluxion,
Kas Product,
The Blackbyrds,
China Crisis,
Ponytail,
Magazine,
D'Angelo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bronski Beat,
Eli Mardock,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Todd Terry,
Eric Copeland,
The Doors,
Mary Jane Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Sheep,
Reagan Youth,
EPMD,
Masters at Work,
Easy Going,
Unwound,
Echospace,
Sarah Menescal,
Lyres,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cluster,
The Smiths,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Association,
Delon & Dalcan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Victims,
Chrome,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
David McCallum,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Franke,
Eurythmics,
Jacques Brel,
Rakim,
Maurizio,
Hot Snakes,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.