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 Bolivia and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 David Bowie 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 Pagans to the grunge 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Nico,
Lou Christie,
Yellowson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Panda Bear,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joensuu 1685,
Joy Division,
Peter and Kerry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Siglo XX,
Make Up,
Echospace,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Angels of Light,
Rites of Spring,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Arthur Verocai,
Marvin Gaye,
Ohio Players,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nas,
Soulsonic Force,
Nick Fraelich,
New Order,
Arcadia,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rekid,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Move,
Anakelly,
Wasted Youth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kaleidoscope,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sonic Youth,
Suicide,
The Walker Brothers,
Subhumans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Anthony Braxton,
Terry Callier,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Excepter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Television,
Monolake,
Delta 5,
Black Pus,
Toni Rubio,
Popol Vuh,
Chrome,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.