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 Rwanda and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sound Behaviour to the jazz 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Pole,
June of 44,
The Fortunes,
Rapeman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Index,
Swans,
The J.B.'s,
Wings,
Little Man,
Depeche Mode,
David Axelrod,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fall,
Severed Heads,
Alison Limerick,
Funkadelic,
Essential Logic,
The Stooges,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kas Product,
New Age Steppers,
Pantaleimon,
Connie Case,
Anakelly,
Reagan Youth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Invisible,
Ronnie Foster,
Excepter,
The Fugs,
Model 500,
Janne Schatter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultimate Spinach,
Isaac Hayes,
Junior Murvin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camouflage,
The Gladiators,
Kaleidoscope,
Steve Hackett,
B.T. Express,
The United States of America,
New York Dolls,
Morten Harket,
Dark Day,
The Star Department,
L. Decosne,
Black Sheep,
Neil Young,
Sixth Finger,
Skriet,
CMW,
Freddie Wadling,
Scott Walker,
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.