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 Bolivia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 Fela Kuti to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dave Gahan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Count Five,
Q and Not U,
Hashim,
D'Angelo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Real Kids,
Altered Images,
Rites of Spring,
E-Dancer,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Victims,
The Dead C,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barclay James Harvest,
ABBA,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Shadows of Knight,
Drexciya,
Flash Fearless,
Sex Pistols,
Warsaw,
This Heat,
Section 25,
Scott Walker,
The Invisible,
The Blackbyrds,
Tubeway Army,
KRS-One,
LL Cool J,
Pole,
Lucky Dragons,
K-Klass,
Ultra Naté,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Star Department,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Funkadelic,
Aswad,
Eli Mardock,
Donald Byrd,
The Index,
a-ha,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Robert Hood,
Joyce Sims,
Aaron Thompson,
The Young Rascals,
Jacob Miller,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deepchord,
The Fortunes,
Basic Channel,
Monolake,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.