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 Ivory Coast and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Metal Thangz to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Radiopuhelimet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang Starr,
The Raincoats,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nils Olav,
Sixth Finger,
The Evens,
Carl Craig,
EPMD,
The Standells,
Spandau Ballet,
Soul II Soul,
The Victims,
Severed Heads,
Scratch Acid,
Agent Orange,
DJ Sneak,
The American Breed,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alton Ellis,
F. McDonald,
Davy DMX,
The Blackbyrds,
Pantaleimon,
James White and The Blacks,
Wings,
Theoretical Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Negative Approach,
Tres Demented,
The Gladiators,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Walker Brothers,
Sandy B,
The Knickerbockers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deakin,
Fad Gadget,
Jacques Brel,
MDC,
Zapp,
Cameo,
The Smoke,
Terrestrial Tones,
Freddie Wadling,
K-Klass,
Nik Kershaw,
The Electric Prunes,
Junior Murvin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Infiniti,
U.S. Maple,
The Skatalites,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Unrelated Segments,
the Swans,
Hoover,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.