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 New Zealand and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 Guru Guru to the rock 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
June Days,
Bobby Womack,
Niagra,
Crash Course in Science,
Rosa Yemen,
Marine Girls,
Pagans,
DJ Sneak,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Star Department,
kango's stein massive,
Rites of Spring,
Boredoms,
Throbbing Gristle,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Sound,
Public Enemy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
48th St. Collective,
MC5,
Harpers Bizarre,
Amon Düül,
Grey Daturas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tomorrow,
Robert Wyatt,
a-ha,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sun Ra,
Crime,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Oneida,
Ten City,
Flipper,
Panda Bear,
Funkadelic,
Jacques Brel,
Aural Exciters,
Susan Cadogan,
John Foxx,
Janne Schatter,
Scientists,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Qualms,
T.S.O.L.,
The New Christs,
Nick Fraelich,
Spandau Ballet,
Dave Gahan,
June of 44,
Tropical Tobacco,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Das Ding,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.