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 Armenia and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 48th St. Collective to the grime 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Piero Umiliani,
Ohio Players,
Pere Ubu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joey Negro,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marvin Gaye,
Arab on Radar,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Q65,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Susan Cadogan,
Andrew Hill,
Boz Scaggs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Basic Channel,
Chrome,
MC5,
The Walker Brothers,
Subhumans,
Prince Buster,
David Bowie,
Symarip,
Cecil Taylor,
Brand Nubian,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Magazine,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mo-Dettes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Newcleus,
The Litter,
Oblivians,
The Evens,
Chris Corsano,
Stereo Dub,
The Electric Prunes,
Ponytail,
Magma,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Henry Cow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Organ,
Qualms,
Amon Düül,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Holt,
Robert Görl,
X-Ray Spex,
Zapp,
Echospace,
Cal Tjader,
The Blackbyrds,
Cybotron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Godley & Creme,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.