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 Ireland and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Golliwogs,
Monolake,
Slick Rick,
Rufus Thomas,
The Knickerbockers,
Television Personalities,
The Pretty Things,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Residents,
Interpol,
Crispian St. Peters,
In Retrospect,
Livin' Joy,
Technova,
The Remains,
The Divine Comedy,
The Leaves,
Shoche,
Jesper Dahlback,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Moss Icon,
John Foxx,
Robert Wyatt,
Ituana,
Moebius,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Saints,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sarah Menescal,
Albert Ayler,
The Cure,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Names,
Warren Ellis,
The Happenings,
Scientists,
Young Marble Giants,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Banda Bassotti,
Johnny Clarke,
David Axelrod,
Pagans,
The Busters,
Matthew Halsall,
Camouflage,
Aaron Thompson,
Reagan Youth,
Roy Ayers,
T. Rex,
China Crisis,
Alice Coltrane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Guru Guru,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.