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 Estonia and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 Altered Images to the crunk 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin 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 guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Bananas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Simply Red,
The Modern Lovers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Television Personalities,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fat Boys,
Silicon Teens,
Kaleidoscope,
Masters at Work,
Moebius,
Grandmaster Flash,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultravox,
8 Eyed Spy,
Blossom Toes,
Warsaw,
Derrick Morgan,
The Skatalites,
Darondo,
the Swans,
The Durutti Column,
Grauzone,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eric Dolphy,
One Last Wish,
John Foxx,
Country Teasers,
Khruangbin,
Davy DMX,
Yellowson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Urselle,
John Lydon,
Chrome,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bronski Beat,
Quantec,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joe Finger,
The Gories,
Groovy Waters,
Black Moon,
Oneida,
Quando Quango,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Count Five,
Reagan Youth,
David Bowie,
D'Angelo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scientists,
Pet Shop Boys,
48th St. Collective,
Brass Construction,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.