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 Venezuela and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin 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 Metal Thangz to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Robert Görl,
Nick Fraelich,
Bang On A Can,
Amon Düül,
Urselle,
Tears for Fears,
Steve Hackett,
UT,
The Misunderstood,
Inner City,
Pantytec,
10cc,
The Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
CMW,
X-102,
Drive Like Jehu,
Chris Corsano,
Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Evens,
Moby Grape,
The Trojans,
kango's stein massive,
The Human League,
The Red Krayola,
Reuben Wilson,
Hasil Adkins,
Stereo Dub,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mandrill,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
These Immortal Souls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Section 25,
Henry Cow,
Franke,
Rufus Thomas,
Vladislav Delay,
Radiopuhelimet,
Au Pairs,
The Standells,
Khruangbin,
Sister Nancy,
Sun City Girls,
The Offenders,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultra Naté,
Alton Ellis,
Dawn Penn,
Mission of Burma,
Anthony Braxton,
Sandy B,
Scan 7,
DJ Style,
The Mojo Men,
Sun Ra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Audionom,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bush Tetras,
The Pretty Things,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.