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 Botswana and from Columbus.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Siglo XX to the grunge 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Jeff Mills,
Quantec,
The Offenders,
The Fuzztones,
The Wake,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joyce Sims,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Monks,
Funkadelic,
Public Enemy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tropical Tobacco,
Babytalk,
Rekid,
Model 500,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
June of 44,
June Days,
Television Personalities,
Supertramp,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
New Age Steppers,
Tres Demented,
Eddi Front,
Kayak,
Grey Daturas,
Section 25,
Bill Wells,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jerry's Kids,
Mr. Review,
Dual Sessions,
Adolescents,
The Grass Roots,
Thompson Twins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
ABC,
Letta Mbulu,
Anakelly,
The Gap Band,
Derrick May,
Fluxion,
Mary Jane Girls,
Youth Brigade,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bob Dylan,
Tom Boy,
Con Funk Shun,
Davy DMX,
The Angels of Light,
Neil Young,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Junior Murvin,
Glenn Branca,
Buzzcocks,
Gong,
AZ,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.