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 Korea South and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 Animal Collective to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
The Sonics,
Hot Snakes,
The Selecter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Easy Going,
Robert Hood,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Young Rascals,
Eddi Front,
Pole,
The Happenings,
Soft Machine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fall,
Bluetip,
Pagans,
Organ,
Schoolly D,
Josef K,
Little Man,
The Smiths,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Birthday Party,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mars,
The Techniques,
Carl Craig,
Howard Jones,
Yellowson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Q65,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alphaville,
The Electric Prunes,
The Associates,
China Crisis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Average White Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
MDC,
John Cale,
Blake Baxter,
Kurtis Blow,
The Last Poets,
Jeff Lynne,
Half Japanese,
LL Cool J,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gun Club,
Lyres,
Ten City,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Suburban Knight,
Bronski Beat,
Sällskapet,
Tom Boy,
Radio Birdman,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.