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 Azerbaijan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum 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 B.T. Express to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Glenn Branca,
Robert Görl,
The Offenders,
The J.B.'s,
Boredoms,
Radiohead,
Ice-T,
Motorama,
The Litter,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cramps,
Country Teasers,
The Divine Comedy,
Zero Boys,
Faust,
David Axelrod,
Aswad,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cowsills,
New Order,
Monolake,
Porter Ricks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ten City,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eden Ahbez,
Brick,
Accadde A,
Vladislav Delay,
Amon Düül II,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tropical Tobacco,
Saccharine Trust,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Toni Rubio,
Mo-Dettes,
Hoover,
Wings,
Wolf Eyes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Infiniti,
B.T. Express,
DJ Style,
Grey Daturas,
The Young Rascals,
Fear,
Sister Nancy,
Sun City Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Zeros,
The Dead C,
Radio Birdman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Pretty Things,
Mars,
The Martian,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.