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 Tajikistan and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 Juan Atkins to the jazz 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Sixth Finger,
Blake Baxter,
Bill Wells,
Hoover,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Neu!,
Radio Birdman,
Sex Pistols,
Quantec,
Don Cherry,
The Gories,
Sarah Menescal,
Anthony Braxton,
The Mummies,
Zapp,
Kenny Larkin,
Eden Ahbez,
Au Pairs,
Skriet,
Joe Finger,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Oneida,
Lindisfarne,
Jacques Brel,
DJ Sneak,
Kayak,
Cluster,
The Vogues,
Ludus,
Donny Hathaway,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tommy Roe,
Pantytec,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aloha Tigers,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fuzztones,
Bad Manners,
Half Japanese,
Aural Exciters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Angry Samoans,
Camberwell Now,
Saccharine Trust,
These Immortal Souls,
Q and Not U,
Khruangbin,
Wings,
Soul Sonic Force,
Iggy Pop,
Junior Murvin,
Idris Muhammad,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Human League,
The Selecter,
Moebius,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.