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 Sudan and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Slave to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Infiniti,
D'Angelo,
Angry Samoans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moss Icon,
Piero Umiliani,
Ituana,
The Martian,
Bootsy Collins,
Little Man,
Jeff Lynne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Five Americans,
Drexciya,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Depeche Mode,
Smog,
The Grass Roots,
Tommy Roe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roger Hodgson,
Aloha Tigers,
John Coltrane,
The Vogues,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang Gang Dance,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Magma,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Qualms,
10cc,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mandrill,
Minutemen,
Black Flag,
Faraquet,
The Litter,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Womack,
The Black Dice,
MC5,
New York Dolls,
Aswad,
Dawn Penn,
Yaz,
The Fortunes,
Reuben Wilson,
Fela Kuti,
ABBA,
Organ,
Anakelly,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Germs,
Chrome,
Spandau Ballet,
The Modern Lovers,
Quando Quango,
Flamin' Groovies,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.