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 Colombia and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 Underground Resistance to the electroclash 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Television Personalities,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Monochrome Set,
E-Dancer,
The Human League,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sun City Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
Organ,
Althea and Donna,
Pharoah Sanders,
Agent Orange,
Motorama,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marine Girls,
Dawn Penn,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Moon,
U.S. Maple,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Birthday Party,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Reed,
Supertramp,
Cecil Taylor,
Livin' Joy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nas,
The Gladiators,
Brothers Johnson,
Maleditus Sound,
Nirvana,
Ice-T,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Moody Blues,
Icehouse,
The Index,
Massinfluence,
Brass Construction,
Basic Channel,
The Selecter,
Deepchord,
Rosa Yemen,
Silicon Teens,
Tim Buckley,
Adolescents,
Panda Bear,
Blake Baxter,
Agitation Free,
This Heat,
a-ha,
Aloha Tigers,
Lindisfarne,
Judy Mowatt,
Fat Boys,
Masters at Work,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fugs,
Rufus Thomas,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.