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 Monaco and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare 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 Basic Channel to the punk 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Faust,
Kerrie Biddell,
Judy Mowatt,
The Count Five,
U.S. Maple,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wire,
The Fugs,
The Gladiators,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Motorama,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Shoche,
Monolake,
Man Parrish,
Television,
Zero Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
Kas Product,
Nils Olav,
Joey Negro,
Crooked Eye,
The Selecter,
Swell Maps,
Public Enemy,
Mantronix,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ronnie Foster,
The Monks,
Index,
Bob Dylan,
Babytalk,
The Real Kids,
Dead Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Buckinghams,
Pole,
Camouflage,
Sonny Sharrock,
JFA,
The Divine Comedy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Techniques,
Cybotron,
Brothers Johnson,
Bluetip,
Pantaleimon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pussy Galore,
Neu!,
Pantytec,
Gabor Szabo,
Kenny Larkin,
David Bowie,
UT,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Music Machine,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.