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 Afghanistan and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 Lyres to the techno 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Erasure,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Youth Brigade,
The Remains,
Kenny Larkin,
The Tremeloes,
Tommy Roe,
Crooked Eye,
D'Angelo,
Scan 7,
The Seeds,
Heaven 17,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jawbox,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Modern Lovers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sun City Girls,
The Sonics,
Soul II Soul,
Rod Modell,
Organ,
Excepter,
Boredoms,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hardrive,
ABBA,
Young Marble Giants,
JFA,
Bizarre Inc.,
Technova,
Accadde A,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Residents,
The Offenders,
The Cure,
Al Stewart,
Idris Muhammad,
Pole,
Gang Starr,
Cymande,
The Black Dice,
Althea and Donna,
Mary Jane Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Smoke,
Sandy B,
The Count Five,
Michelle Simonal,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fire Engines,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Germs,
Crash Course in Science,
Ossler,
Flamin' Groovies,
Albert Ayler,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.