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 Belarus and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Alice Coltrane to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joyce Sims,
Jandek,
R.M.O.,
Bad Manners,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Anthony Braxton,
Scan 7,
The Black Dice,
Darondo,
Bill Wells,
the Swans,
Franke,
Bobby Sherman,
Nils Olav,
The Misunderstood,
Underground Resistance,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roy Ayers,
Dave Gahan,
Magazine,
Rekid,
The Count Five,
Malaria!,
Oblivians,
Goldenarms,
MC5,
Arab on Radar,
The Divine Comedy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brass Construction,
Dead Boys,
Crooked Eye,
Gang Green,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultravox,
Deakin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Five Americans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Monolake,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mo-Dettes,
Deadbeat,
Funky Four + One,
The Fugs,
Angry Samoans,
Joy Division,
The Angels of Light,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pantaleimon,
Roxy Music,
Silicon Teens,
Tomorrow,
Pantytec,
Rotary Connection,
Soft Cell,
Pierre Henry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.