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 Slovenia and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare 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 Lyres to the crunk 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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Brass Construction,
Eden Ahbez,
Bill Wells,
Ornette Coleman,
The Slackers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camouflage,
Man Eating Sloth,
Maleditus Sound,
Scott Walker,
The Mummies,
The Standells,
Soft Machine,
Unwound,
Soulsonic Force,
The Blues Magoos,
The New Christs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gap Band,
Essential Logic,
The Moody Blues,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nas,
Byron Stingily,
Underground Resistance,
The Residents,
The Misunderstood,
Curtis Mayfield,
Livin' Joy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kurtis Blow,
Jandek,
Ohio Players,
Masters at Work,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Arcadia,
Swans,
The Offenders,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Skarface,
The Moleskins,
Rites of Spring,
ABBA,
Grauzone,
Monolake,
Joe Smooth,
Hasil Adkins,
Hot Snakes,
Alton Ellis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fluxion,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
World's Most,
The Fortunes,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scion,
Anthony Braxton,
Monks,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.