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 Suriname and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Electric Prunes to the punk 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Das Ding,
Lou Christie,
Gang of Four,
Roxy Music,
Swell Maps,
Ken Boothe,
OOIOO,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Spoonie Gee,
Radio Birdman,
The Black Dice,
Arcadia,
The Walker Brothers,
James White and The Blacks,
Joe Smooth,
Pantaleimon,
B.T. Express,
World's Most,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fire Engines,
The Angels of Light,
Unwound,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Cale,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mandrill,
Unrelated Segments,
Brand Nubian,
kango's stein massive,
Nils Olav,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Beau Brummels,
Los Fastidios,
Subhumans,
Mantronix,
Davy DMX,
Malaria!,
Panda Bear,
Lalann,
Grauzone,
Mo-Dettes,
Maleditus Sound,
PIL,
DJ Style,
Sugar Minott,
Depeche Mode,
H. Thieme,
Barbara Tucker,
Jacques Brel,
The Barracudas,
Camouflage,
The Smiths,
The Red Krayola,
Cabaret Voltaire,
This Heat,
Mission of Burma,
Slick Rick,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.