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 Albania and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Michael McDonald 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 Reuben Wilson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Bobbi Humphrey,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Flipper,
Carl Craig,
PIL,
the Sonics,
Althea and Donna,
Sonic Youth,
Black Pus,
Talk Talk,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Don Cherry,
Nirvana,
Slick Rick,
The Tremeloes,
Unwound,
Todd Rundgren,
Rites of Spring,
Sex Pistols,
OOIOO,
Skarface,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Human League,
Liliput,
Sight & Sound,
Patti Smith,
Tubeway Army,
Lightning Bolt,
B.T. Express,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Smog,
Dual Sessions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Intrusion,
Delta 5,
The Monks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fugazi,
Angry Samoans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grey Daturas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stetsasonic,
Boogie Down Productions,
CMW,
Blake Baxter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lalann,
Yaz,
X-101,
Zapp,
The Five Americans,
Bush Tetras,
Q65,
Kerri Chandler,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.