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 Swaziland and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
The Beau Brummels,
Fat Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
U.S. Maple,
The Saints,
Q and Not U,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Misunderstood,
Agent Orange,
The Birthday Party,
Livin' Joy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Underground Resistance,
Youth Brigade,
The Velvet Underground,
F. McDonald,
The Young Rascals,
Matthew Halsall,
Blancmange,
The Fortunes,
Pylon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Moebius,
The Victims,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Shoche,
the Association,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Robert Wyatt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Technova,
Lalo Schifrin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
World's Most,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Theoretical Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
Ituana,
H. Thieme,
Blake Baxter,
The American Breed,
Panda Bear,
Marine Girls,
Porter Ricks,
New Age Steppers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Coltrane,
The Pop Group,
Cybotron,
Silicon Teens,
Sonic Youth,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Offenders,
The Techniques,
Darondo,
Barrington Levy,
Steve Hackett,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.