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 the UAE and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Neil Young to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dark Day,
Moebius,
a-ha,
Robert Hood,
James White and The Blacks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ronan,
ABBA,
Skriet,
Crime,
Moby Grape,
Drive Like Jehu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
48th St. Collective,
Kas Product,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joey Negro,
The Modern Lovers,
Monolake,
Franke,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ken Boothe,
EPMD,
Cecil Taylor,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Byrd,
Youth Brigade,
Freddie Wadling,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Guru Guru,
Joe Finger,
The Cure,
Main Source,
Harmonia,
Metal Thangz,
Lakeside,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marine Girls,
Khruangbin,
The Moleskins,
The Index,
Wire,
The Young Rascals,
Sexual Harrassment,
Harpers Bizarre,
Liliput,
Eddi Front,
Yazoo,
The Slits,
The Angels of Light,
The Sound,
Infiniti,
Royal Trux,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Panda Bear,
Judy Mowatt,
Los Fastidios,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Litter,
John Cale,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.