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 Belgium and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar 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 Fortunes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Blossom Toes,
the Normal,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Divine Comedy,
Little Man,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Durutti Column,
Altered Images,
Drexciya,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Supertramp,
Hoover,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
ABC,
June of 44,
Newcleus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Monks,
Albert Ayler,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Chrome,
Smog,
Audionom,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
MDC,
Nils Olav,
Suicide,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Television,
Pussy Galore,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Sheep,
the Association,
Joey Negro,
Grauzone,
Ultra Naté,
The Smiths,
Lou Reed,
Y Pants,
The Skatalites,
Main Source,
Scan 7,
Amazonics,
The Residents,
Henry Cow,
Second Layer,
Mantronix,
Morten Harket,
Black Flag,
Sight & Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
The Doors,
Radiopuhelimet,
Con Funk Shun,
Isaac Hayes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Todd Rundgren,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.