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 Norway and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 Crime to the grime 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Kinks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Zapp,
Dawn Penn,
Jacob Miller,
The Red Krayola,
The Human League,
The Moleskins,
Soulsonic Force,
The Tremeloes,
Pussy Galore,
The Litter,
Jerry's Kids,
Accadde A,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Slackers,
Moby Grape,
Rosa Yemen,
Minor Threat,
X-Ray Spex,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pierre Henry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Unrelated Segments,
Easy Going,
Aaron Thompson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Germs,
Neu!,
The Mummies,
Ohio Players,
Dead Boys,
Smog,
Drexciya,
Funkadelic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sixth Finger,
Sarah Menescal,
Steve Hackett,
Lakeside,
Grauzone,
Q and Not U,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ossler,
Dennis Brown,
The Five Americans,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Christie,
Nico,
DJ Sneak,
The Gap Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Organ,
Bluetip,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.