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 Czech Republic and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 Ornette Coleman to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Camouflage,
Flipper,
Brass Construction,
X-Ray Spex,
Wings,
Tears for Fears,
Underground Resistance,
The Shadows of Knight,
Malaria!,
The Cure,
Monks,
Reagan Youth,
Pierre Henry,
The Red Krayola,
Man Parrish,
Terry Callier,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Panda Bear,
Laurel Aitken,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Real Kids,
Organ,
Au Pairs,
Jandek,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cheater Slicks,
Donny Hathaway,
Silicon Teens,
Joe Smooth,
Sandy B,
Mission of Burma,
Isaac Hayes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nick Fraelich,
Zero Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marvin Gaye,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Germs,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Moon,
Average White Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Agent Orange,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dorothy Ashby,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Black Dice,
Echospace,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cecil Taylor,
Television Personalities,
cv313,
Althea and Donna,
The Fall,
Drexciya,
Adolescents,
Schoolly D,
Dennis Brown,
Delta 5,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.