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 Vietnam and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare 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 Jeff Mills to the electroclash 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ossler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Ronan,
The Real Kids,
Porter Ricks,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Hood,
Skarface,
Subhumans,
The Doors,
Jandek,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
kango's stein massive,
The Angels of Light,
Quando Quango,
The Modern Lovers,
The Divine Comedy,
Lungfish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roxy Music,
D'Angelo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Electric Prunes,
The Music Machine,
Moby Grape,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ohio Players,
Arab on Radar,
Visage,
Juan Atkins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
David Axelrod,
Panda Bear,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Motions,
Wolf Eyes,
Al Stewart,
Todd Rundgren,
Jawbox,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cymande,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Glenn Branca,
Steve Hackett,
Fluxion,
The Slackers,
Deepchord,
Camouflage,
Tommy Roe,
Surgeon,
The Move,
La Düsseldorf,
Davy DMX,
Nick Fraelich,
Isaac Hayes,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.