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 Belize and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gang Starr to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Sarah Menescal,
Laurel Aitken,
Barry Ungar,
Hashim,
Hardrive,
U.S. Maple,
The Stooges,
Lalann,
Faust,
Arab on Radar,
Spoonie Gee,
Grey Daturas,
Schoolly D,
Tomorrow,
Desert Stars,
Scott Walker,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Kinks,
Mandrill,
Lou Christie,
Sonny Sharrock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Anthony Braxton,
Nico,
DJ Sneak,
Fad Gadget,
Banda Bassotti,
Interpol,
Gang Green,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fire Engines,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fela Kuti,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Starr,
Joensuu 1685,
Bootsy Collins,
The Misunderstood,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang of Four,
Nik Kershaw,
Kerri Chandler,
Organ,
Lightning Bolt,
The Music Machine,
Toni Rubio,
Moebius,
Harmonia,
Tears for Fears,
Girls At Our Best!,
Avey Tare,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
David Axelrod,
Severed Heads,
Patti Smith,
Sonic Youth,
The Toasters,
Wings,
John Holt,
Magma,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.