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 South Sudan and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin 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 LL Cool J to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Fad Gadget,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Chrome,
Scientists,
Bush Tetras,
Zapp,
Nirvana,
Panda Bear,
Grauzone,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ronnie Foster,
Absolute Body Control,
Alison Limerick,
Outsiders,
Alice Coltrane,
The J.B.'s,
Todd Terry,
Livin' Joy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Clear Light,
John Coltrane,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Porter Ricks,
The Leaves,
This Heat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sarah Menescal,
Gichy Dan,
MC5,
June of 44,
Charles Mingus,
the Germs,
Hashim,
The Golliwogs,
New York Dolls,
Roxette,
Silicon Teens,
The Misunderstood,
Rekid,
Crooked Eye,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
10cc,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Intrusion,
Agent Orange,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gladiators,
The Pop Group,
Aswad,
Unrelated Segments,
Mandrill,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Surgeon,
Mars,
ABBA,
Rapeman,
Funky Four + One,
Warren Ellis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barbara Tucker,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.