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 Slovakia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes 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 Warsaw to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders 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?
Sonic Youth,
Rekid,
The Cosmic Jokers,
D'Angelo,
Severed Heads,
The Red Krayola,
Gong,
Jandek,
Erasure,
Boredoms,
The Index,
The Skatalites,
Joey Negro,
Faraquet,
Yellowson,
the Human League,
Throbbing Gristle,
X-Ray Spex,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Animal Collective,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Swans,
Lungfish,
Barbara Tucker,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
World's Most,
Sugar Minott,
Khruangbin,
The Slackers,
Deakin,
John Holt,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang Green,
Lakeside,
Davy DMX,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Duran Duran,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Bananas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bootsy Collins,
UT,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Amazonics,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed,
Hardrive,
Gastr Del Sol,
Peter & Gordon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
B.T. Express,
Rod Modell,
Mad Mike,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.