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 United Kingdom and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Saints,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Leaves,
Scion,
ABBA,
Yusef Lateef,
The Searchers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dark Day,
Drexciya,
Absolute Body Control,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Toasters,
Lindisfarne,
Bush Tetras,
Funky Four + One,
The Wake,
Glenn Branca,
Chris & Cosey,
In Retrospect,
Neil Young,
Pagans,
Intrusion,
Judy Mowatt,
Bill Near,
Avey Tare,
The Dead C,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Skriet,
The Selecter,
Warsaw,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wire,
Ossler,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Magazine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Slick Rick,
Masters at Work,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
T.S.O.L.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
CMW,
Joyce Sims,
Amon Düül II,
Japan,
Mo-Dettes,
48th St. Collective,
Nick Fraelich,
The Martian,
The Remains,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kerri Chandler,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bootsy Collins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Royal Trux,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.