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 Cuba and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Donald Fagen 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 Sarah Menescal to the disco 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eden Ahbez,
The Searchers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eurythmics,
Michelle Simonal,
Moss Icon,
Aswad,
In Retrospect,
Kaleidoscope,
The Star Department,
DJ Sneak,
Arab on Radar,
Khruangbin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
R.M.O.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pulsallama,
Ultravox,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
cv313,
Parry Music,
Mr. Review,
Spandau Ballet,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Smoke,
Wire,
Grandmaster Flash,
Porter Ricks,
Robert Görl,
Tommy Roe,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alice Coltrane,
Skriet,
World's Most,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fuzztones,
Joe Finger,
Tubeway Army,
Wally Richardson,
Moby Grape,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nico,
Panda Bear,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mandrill,
Alison Limerick,
Q65,
Interpol,
The Pretty Things,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Isaac Hayes,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Smiths,
The Leaves,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.