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 Papua New Guinea and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Excepter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eden Ahbez,
Mandrill,
R.M.O.,
Donny Hathaway,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Pretty Things,
Terry Callier,
Babytalk,
X-102,
Monolake,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Byrd,
The Saints,
Danielle Patucci,
Aloha Tigers,
June Days,
The Slackers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lower 48,
Nick Fraelich,
Bad Manners,
Blancmange,
Eric Dolphy,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fugs,
KRS-One,
Lalo Schifrin,
Talk Talk,
Harmonia,
Michelle Simonal,
Can,
Reagan Youth,
Kas Product,
Inner City,
Surgeon,
Alton Ellis,
New Age Steppers,
MC5,
Second Layer,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marmalade,
Underground Resistance,
Arab on Radar,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Young Rascals,
The Stooges,
Erasure,
Lyres,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Spoonie Gee,
The Real Kids,
Cal Tjader,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fad Gadget,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Motions,
Guru Guru,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.