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 Croatia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Move to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bauhaus,
Ronan,
New York Dolls,
Yaz,
Crispy Ambulance,
Zapp,
Malaria!,
Tubeway Army,
Danielle Patucci,
Unwound,
Spoonie Gee,
Ice-T,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Busters,
EPMD,
Scratch Acid,
Lightning Bolt,
Yusef Lateef,
Pylon,
Patti Smith,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nation of Ulysses,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Colin Newman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fad Gadget,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pere Ubu,
Symarip,
Toni Rubio,
Gang Gang Dance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Blancmange,
Smog,
Marmalade,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Fania All-Stars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
David Bowie,
Derrick May,
John Cale,
Average White Band,
DNA,
The Pop Group,
Stetsasonic,
James White and The Blacks,
Sparks,
Con Funk Shun,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Electric Prunes,
Minutemen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Von Mondo,
Kurtis Blow,
The Last Poets,
Aloha Tigers,
Slick Rick,
Section 25,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.