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 Malaysia and from Shanghai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Fad Gadget to the techno 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Jacques Brel,
the Normal,
The Busters,
The Star Department,
Jandek,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Smoke,
Harmonia,
Ultravox,
The Sound,
Main Source,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Stereo Dub,
Au Pairs,
Lightning Bolt,
The Dirtbombs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Radiohead,
The Searchers,
Reuben Wilson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Moss Icon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Outsiders,
Grey Daturas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nirvana,
Ten City,
Stockholm Monsters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crash Course in Science,
Derrick Morgan,
Pet Shop Boys,
MDC,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grauzone,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joey Negro,
Easy Going,
Jesper Dahlback,
DNA,
R.M.O.,
Tubeway Army,
Rites of Spring,
Infiniti,
Rakim,
Kayak,
Boz Scaggs,
Derrick May,
The Pop Group,
Mission of Burma,
The Gladiators,
John Foxx,
Erasure,
Glambeats Corp.,
Amazonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Model 500,
Jeru the Damaja,
Can,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.