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 Ghana and from Mexico City.
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 Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Half Japanese to the grunge 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chrome,
Lou Reed,
Man Parrish,
Outsiders,
Von Mondo,
Mantronix,
Depeche Mode,
Neu!,
The Invisible,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pole,
Brass Construction,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lungfish,
Sarah Menescal,
CMW,
Joyce Sims,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brothers Johnson,
Rod Modell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sugar Minott,
Livin' Joy,
Quadrant,
Bootsy Collins,
Archie Shepp,
Warren Ellis,
Avey Tare,
Patti Smith,
MC5,
Charles Mingus,
Juan Atkins,
China Crisis,
Soulsonic Force,
Popol Vuh,
Ornette Coleman,
Visage,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Khruangbin,
Zapp,
Alison Limerick,
The Black Dice,
Roxette,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Supertramp,
Subhumans,
Royal Trux,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joe Finger,
Buzzcocks,
Panda Bear,
Harmonia,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Holt,
Excepter,
Public Enemy,
Scratch Acid,
Au Pairs,
Black Pus,
The Grass Roots,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.