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 Tanzania and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the disco 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
F. McDonald,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rufus Thomas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hoover,
Erykah Badu,
Pantaleimon,
Bang On A Can,
Khruangbin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
T.S.O.L.,
Stockholm Monsters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pantytec,
Blancmange,
Animal Collective,
New Age Steppers,
The Motions,
Tears for Fears,
The Count Five,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Oneida,
Kurtis Blow,
X-102,
Joyce Sims,
Harry Pussy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Chrome,
Smog,
Mantronix,
Q and Not U,
Man Parrish,
Robert Wyatt,
Deakin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Laurel Aitken,
The Barracudas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Standells,
Fat Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Peter & Gordon,
Grey Daturas,
Terry Callier,
Scientists,
Mo-Dettes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crash Course in Science,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Boogie Down Productions,
Andrew Hill,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.