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 Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Electric Prunes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Spoonie Gee,
Neil Young,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alison Limerick,
Negative Approach,
H. Thieme,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sister Nancy,
Inner City,
Roy Ayers,
Alice Coltrane,
Kas Product,
Flash Fearless,
The Buckinghams,
Iggy Pop,
Scrapy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Agitation Free,
Skarface,
Hasil Adkins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Slits,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
48th St. Collective,
Half Japanese,
Kerri Chandler,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Faust,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Swans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeff Mills,
World's Most,
Delta 5,
Wolf Eyes,
DJ Sneak,
Con Funk Shun,
E-Dancer,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pagans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hoover,
Funkadelic,
Parry Music,
Quando Quango,
Trumans Water,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Robert Wyatt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eve St. Jones,
Newcleus,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.