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 Madagascar and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Radiopuhelimet to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Fela Kuti,
Hardrive,
Rakim,
Scientists,
Howard Jones,
Drive Like Jehu,
Liliput,
U.S. Maple,
Byron Stingily,
Slave,
Faraquet,
Monolake,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cramps,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ohio Players,
The Five Americans,
New Age Steppers,
Joe Smooth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Iggy Pop,
D'Angelo,
Derrick May,
Albert Ayler,
Brothers Johnson,
Tres Demented,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crime,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang Gang Dance,
Whodini,
The Remains,
Mo-Dettes,
ABBA,
Porter Ricks,
Television Personalities,
Tears for Fears,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Make Up,
Ken Boothe,
The Fuzztones,
Pylon,
Ten City,
Essential Logic,
Eli Mardock,
Jeff Mills,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DJ Sneak,
Rekid,
The Slackers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sandy B,
The Smoke,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Toasters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
China Crisis,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.