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 Morocco and from Accra.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 Kaleidoscope to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Nick Fraelich,
Mo-Dettes,
Erykah Badu,
Wasted Youth,
Minutemen,
Yaz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crime,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tubeway Army,
The Slackers,
U.S. Maple,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Vainqueur,
DJ Sneak,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brand Nubian,
Y Pants,
Smog,
Terry Callier,
The Misunderstood,
Nico,
Judy Mowatt,
Lower 48,
Can,
Glenn Branca,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
ABBA,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Starr,
The Evens,
The Flesh Eaters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kool Moe Dee,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kayak,
The Smiths,
the Soft Cell,
Malaria!,
AZ,
New Order,
The Associates,
The Sound,
Mars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rapeman,
Qualms,
Yusef Lateef,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skaos,
Moebius,
Black Flag,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rod Modell,
Albert Ayler,
Make Up,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.