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 Argentina and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Los Fastidios to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gun Club,
DNA,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Dead C,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Warren Ellis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Moby Grape,
Procol Harum,
Alphaville,
The Move,
The Smiths,
Outsiders,
Bobby Sherman,
the Soft Cell,
Warsaw,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed,
Panda Bear,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bush Tetras,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
Junior Murvin,
Deadbeat,
Electric Prunes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Residents,
Amon Düül II,
Aaron Thompson,
Cymande,
Harpers Bizarre,
Colin Newman,
John Coltrane,
Buzzcocks,
Arthur Verocai,
The Index,
World's Most,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Delon & Dalcan,
Zapp,
Tubeway Army,
Todd Rundgren,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Magma,
Ohio Players,
Royal Trux,
China Crisis,
Carl Craig,
Lee Hazlewood,
Reuben Wilson,
The Monks,
Jeff Mills,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.