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 Japan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 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 Index to the funk 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Fat Boys,
Angry Samoans,
LL Cool J,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Idris Muhammad,
Funky Four + One,
Cameo,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Graham Central Station,
Amon Düül,
Accadde A,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joey Negro,
The Barracudas,
The Busters,
The Young Rascals,
Clear Light,
Eric B and Rakim,
Al Stewart,
Malaria!,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Sheep,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fall,
Nirvana,
The Cramps,
Joensuu 1685,
Swell Maps,
The Tremeloes,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Moon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rufus Thomas,
Jacques Brel,
Todd Rundgren,
The Electric Prunes,
Tears for Fears,
Panda Bear,
Buzzcocks,
Isaac Hayes,
Agitation Free,
The Zeros,
The Divine Comedy,
Danielle Patucci,
Piero Umiliani,
Model 500,
Mad Mike,
Moebius,
The Moleskins,
The Gap Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sight & Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
Theoretical Girls,
D'Angelo,
F. McDonald,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alice Coltrane,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.