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 Latvia and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Toasters to the rock 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans 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?
Urselle,
James White and The Blacks,
Newcleus,
Joensuu 1685,
a-ha,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pagans,
B.T. Express,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Pus,
Jeff Mills,
Eddi Front,
Lou Reed,
Bush Tetras,
Desert Stars,
Nick Fraelich,
T. Rex,
Index,
UT,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Faraquet,
Moss Icon,
Faust,
Joyce Sims,
The Velvet Underground,
X-102,
Mo-Dettes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Idris Muhammad,
The Pop Group,
Prince Buster,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
New Age Steppers,
Blossom Toes,
Todd Terry,
Eve St. Jones,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Outsiders,
Jerry's Kids,
Leonard Cohen,
U.S. Maple,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gladiators,
Cameo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fugazi,
Gang Starr,
Heaven 17,
Wasted Youth,
Thompson Twins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Last Poets,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Electric Prunes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Second Layer,
Delta 5,
The Move,
Sonny Sharrock,
Trumans Water,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.