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 Honduras and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 Newcleus to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Glenn Branca,
Mantronix,
Michelle Simonal,
Altered Images,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fugs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Monks,
Ice-T,
Neu!,
The Divine Comedy,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Christie,
Rekid,
JFA,
Sonny Sharrock,
Graham Central Station,
The Black Dice,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kenny Larkin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Raincoats,
Kas Product,
Moebius,
Make Up,
Johnny Clarke,
Iggy Pop,
James White and The Blacks,
Reuben Wilson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Slits,
The Knickerbockers,
Yaz,
Peter & Gordon,
Schoolly D,
Josef K,
Easy Going,
The Monochrome Set,
Bill Wells,
Bush Tetras,
Mission of Burma,
Gichy Dan,
Dual Sessions,
Kayak,
Jacques Brel,
Toni Rubio,
Urselle,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joe Smooth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Delon & Dalcan,
La Düsseldorf,
Roxy Music,
Simply Red,
Bootsy Collins,
The Saints,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.