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 Thailand and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Lou Reed 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 Lou Christie to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gerry Rafferty,
Moebius,
The Gap Band,
Amazonics,
Althea and Donna,
The Remains,
Wire,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Suburban Knight,
Mantronix,
Boz Scaggs,
Tres Demented,
Reagan Youth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mission of Burma,
Donald Byrd,
Cecil Taylor,
David Axelrod,
Faust,
Throbbing Gristle,
Theoretical Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Popol Vuh,
The Blues Magoos,
Hashim,
Barrington Levy,
The Modern Lovers,
Archie Shepp,
The Moleskins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
F. McDonald,
Black Sheep,
Dark Day,
Outsiders,
Carl Craig,
The Slackers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jacques Brel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Leaves,
Nick Fraelich,
Electric Prunes,
Ten City,
Crispy Ambulance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Section 25,
Eli Mardock,
Andrew Hill,
Eric Dolphy,
Duran Duran,
Neil Young,
The Alarm Clocks,
Guru Guru,
Franke,
Index,
Negative Approach,
Sun Ra,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.