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 Colombia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 Toni Rubio to the rock 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scott Walker,
New Age Steppers,
Lightning Bolt,
B.T. Express,
The Birthday Party,
Severed Heads,
Model 500,
Tim Buckley,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fugs,
Radio Birdman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tubeway Army,
Glambeats Corp.,
In Retrospect,
Section 25,
Popol Vuh,
Funkadelic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grey Daturas,
Glenn Branca,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pole,
The Blues Magoos,
Wire,
The Star Department,
Visage,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Angels of Light,
Ken Boothe,
the Soft Cell,
Magazine,
Todd Terry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stiv Bators,
Essential Logic,
Piero Umiliani,
Quando Quango,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Guru Guru,
Soulsonic Force,
Vladislav Delay,
Bluetip,
Tom Boy,
New Order,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wings,
Eric Dolphy,
Suburban Knight,
Mars,
Bang On A Can,
The Raincoats,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gap Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Shuggie Otis,
Warsaw,
Television,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.