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 Latvia and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Swans to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Desert Stars,
Television,
Dorothy Ashby,
Accadde A,
The Divine Comedy,
Warren Ellis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fela Kuti,
The Names,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gabor Szabo,
Pole,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hot Snakes,
Eden Ahbez,
Connie Case,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sun City Girls,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Arthur Verocai,
Carl Craig,
Crooked Eye,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Outsiders,
Marine Girls,
Moebius,
A Certain Ratio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scientists,
The Walker Brothers,
Maleditus Sound,
Tom Boy,
Gong,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Albert Ayler,
Minor Threat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
8 Eyed Spy,
E-Dancer,
Agitation Free,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mad Mike,
Dual Sessions,
Gang Green,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Shoche,
Unrelated Segments,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yazoo,
Mo-Dettes,
Warsaw,
Lungfish,
Fluxion,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rosa Yemen,
Anthony Braxton,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.