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 Vanuatu and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 The Litter to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Fear,
Peter & Gordon,
Faust,
Rufus Thomas,
World's Most,
Morten Harket,
Bad Manners,
Duran Duran,
Das Ding,
DJ Sneak,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Christie,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Shuggie Otis,
Tomorrow,
The Slackers,
Wolf Eyes,
Pagans,
ABBA,
The Techniques,
Cameo,
Peter and Kerry,
Matthew Halsall,
Monks,
Trumans Water,
The Index,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nico,
Shoche,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pierre Henry,
MC5,
Anakelly,
Ice-T,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lyres,
LL Cool J,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
June Days,
Minor Threat,
The Pop Group,
The Fugs,
The Tremeloes,
Loose Ends,
Juan Atkins,
Brand Nubian,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Masters at Work,
Maurizio,
Soul Sonic Force,
Von Mondo,
Icehouse,
The Wake,
Darondo,
Wally Richardson,
Harry Pussy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scrapy,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.