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 Russia 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Buzzcocks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
The Trojans,
Eli Mardock,
DJ Style,
Sam Rivers,
Steve Hackett,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Amazonics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gap Band,
Bush Tetras,
Aloha Tigers,
Suburban Knight,
Johnny Clarke,
The Associates,
Khruangbin,
Adolescents,
Guru Guru,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Chris & Cosey,
The Blackbyrds,
Harpers Bizarre,
Swell Maps,
The Five Americans,
Basic Channel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Carl Craig,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bauhaus,
The Knickerbockers,
Pylon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pagans,
Erykah Badu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pussy Galore,
Quadrant,
The Toasters,
Talk Talk,
Agent Orange,
John Foxx,
Skriet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Monks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang Starr,
The Slackers,
AZ,
Stiv Bators,
The Remains,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marmalade,
X-101,
Black Flag,
Procol Harum,
The American Breed,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.