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 Papua New Guinea and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the jazz 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Derrick Morgan,
Soft Cell,
Aswad,
Supertramp,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Symarip,
Marvin Gaye,
D'Angelo,
Cameo,
Juan Atkins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Altered Images,
Stetsasonic,
Main Source,
Electric Light Orchestra,
New York Dolls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Motions,
Sister Nancy,
John Lydon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scratch Acid,
The Moleskins,
Barrington Levy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eden Ahbez,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eurythmics,
Qualms,
Ludus,
Tres Demented,
Pantytec,
Rakim,
The Barracudas,
Goldenarms,
Blancmange,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Stooges,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Matthew Bourne,
John Cale,
Johnny Osbourne,
Max Romeo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Los Fastidios,
Bill Near,
Amon Düül,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Modern Lovers,
ABBA,
Motorama,
Fluxion,
Janne Schatter,
Alison Limerick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Severed Heads,
This Heat,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.