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 Bangladesh and from Manila.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 MDC to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Happenings,
CMW,
China Crisis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sex Pistols,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Essential Logic,
Jandek,
Circle Jerks,
Ituana,
Ultra Naté,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minnie Riperton,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stereo Dub,
LL Cool J,
Ossler,
The Beau Brummels,
PIL,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cybotron,
Cameo,
June of 44,
Stetsasonic,
Nico,
Massinfluence,
Swans,
Johnny Clarke,
Sun Ra,
Boz Scaggs,
Index,
Ludus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lyres,
Angry Samoans,
Motorama,
Carl Craig,
Tom Boy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roxette,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Curtis Mayfield,
Half Japanese,
Stiv Bators,
Sam Rivers,
Radiohead,
Rites of Spring,
Wolf Eyes,
Alphaville,
Dark Day,
Wasted Youth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The United States of America,
Scratch Acid,
Moby Grape,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rotary Connection,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Byrd,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gun Club,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.