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 Kyrgyzstan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sonic Youth to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
The Five Americans,
Derrick May,
Man Parrish,
The Slackers,
Main Source,
Minor Threat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
AZ,
Funkadelic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Visage,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Connie Case,
Roger Hodgson,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Dave Clark Five,
X-Ray Spex,
Yaz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cheater Slicks,
The Motions,
Hot Snakes,
the Germs,
a-ha,
Von Mondo,
Procol Harum,
Fatback Band,
Patti Smith,
Yellowson,
The Cowsills,
Warsaw,
Glambeats Corp.,
Inner City,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pylon,
The Angels of Light,
Infiniti,
Tears for Fears,
Basic Channel,
Jandek,
The Pretty Things,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Index,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barry Ungar,
Khruangbin,
Joensuu 1685,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Womack,
Pole,
Grauzone,
Leonard Cohen,
Ornette Coleman,
Iggy Pop,
Nik Kershaw,
Sound Behaviour,
Fluxion,
The Gap Band,
Lungfish,
Babytalk,
The Stooges,
World's Most,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.