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 Djibouti and from Bologna.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Das Ding to the disco 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Evens,
Wasted Youth,
The Offenders,
Ultravox,
Eve St. Jones,
Animal Collective,
Jandek,
Soft Cell,
Black Bananas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lalann,
Lucky Dragons,
Reagan Youth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Lydon,
Peter and Kerry,
Index,
Ossler,
Joe Finger,
Laurel Aitken,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Oblivians,
The Cramps,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roger Hodgson,
Pierre Henry,
The Trojans,
Average White Band,
Organ,
The J.B.'s,
The Cowsills,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Unrelated Segments,
Pet Shop Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
Soulsonic Force,
Oneida,
Matthew Halsall,
The Barracudas,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brothers Johnson,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Moon,
Ten City,
Erasure,
Tom Boy,
Von Mondo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alphaville,
Lou Christie,
The Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
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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.