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 East Timor and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet 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 Brothers Johnson to the rap 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Reuben Wilson,
Unwound,
Loose Ends,
Stiv Bators,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Althea and Donna,
K-Klass,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soft Cell,
Ice-T,
Pantytec,
Graham Central Station,
Glenn Branca,
The Gladiators,
Blake Baxter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
48th St. Collective,
Black Pus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alice Coltrane,
Curtis Mayfield,
The American Breed,
Newcleus,
Crash Course in Science,
Yellowson,
Zapp,
Arab on Radar,
Zero Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Maurizio,
Quantec,
Bad Manners,
Radiohead,
The Red Krayola,
Accadde A,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Groovy Waters,
The Offenders,
Flipper,
Index,
KRS-One,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Reed,
Gong,
Amon Düül II,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cybotron,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bluetip,
Nas,
Black Flag,
Animal Collective,
Arthur Verocai,
Young Marble Giants,
Angry Samoans,
Cal Tjader,
Average White Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Leonard Cohen,
Von Mondo,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.