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 Dominican Republic and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 The Gladiators to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Tubeway Army,
Tears for Fears,
The Moleskins,
June of 44,
Fat Boys,
Dead Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Altered Images,
Sonic Youth,
The New Christs,
Albert Ayler,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stiv Bators,
Donny Hathaway,
Avey Tare,
Easy Going,
Bad Manners,
Wolf Eyes,
Cheater Slicks,
Gerry Rafferty,
L. Decosne,
Bluetip,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bill Wells,
Trumans Water,
Aural Exciters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Names,
Desert Stars,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sam Rivers,
Goldenarms,
Section 25,
Sexual Harrassment,
La Düsseldorf,
48th St. Collective,
Joensuu 1685,
Oneida,
Bobby Byrd,
Brick,
Camberwell Now,
Von Mondo,
Jeff Lynne,
Half Japanese,
One Last Wish,
Can,
Icehouse,
Funky Four + One,
Rufus Thomas,
Fear,
Blancmange,
Ice-T,
The Star Department,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
Cecil Taylor,
Marvin Gaye,
kango's stein massive,
The Mummies,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.