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 Equatorial Guinea and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fugazi to the funk 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
The Offenders,
Derrick Morgan,
One Last Wish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sällskapet,
Pussy Galore,
Donny Hathaway,
Cymande,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Warsaw,
Sister Nancy,
June Days,
Skaos,
The Cowsills,
Wire,
Hoover,
the Human League,
Monks,
D'Angelo,
Gang Green,
Clear Light,
Joyce Sims,
Don Cherry,
the Germs,
The Gladiators,
Sonic Youth,
Faraquet,
The Names,
Angry Samoans,
David McCallum,
Spoonie Gee,
Brass Construction,
Ultimate Spinach,
Talk Talk,
Black Flag,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Standells,
R.M.O.,
The Sound,
Amon Düül,
Joy Division,
Crispian St. Peters,
X-102,
Roxy Music,
Porter Ricks,
Derrick May,
Ponytail,
Index,
Rekid,
Ultra Naté,
Lindisfarne,
World's Most,
Archie Shepp,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eurythmics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Arcadia,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sight & Sound,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.