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 Portugal and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Michael McDonald 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the jazz 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Brick,
Swell Maps,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Slackers,
Tom Boy,
Fugazi,
Kas Product,
Thompson Twins,
Mandrill,
Television Personalities,
Kerri Chandler,
Altered Images,
Swans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Magazine,
Royal Trux,
Rufus Thomas,
Eden Ahbez,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kurtis Blow,
Qualms,
MC5,
Boz Scaggs,
Vladislav Delay,
Smog,
Gong,
Patti Smith,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fortunes,
DNA,
Interpol,
Pussy Galore,
Sarah Menescal,
Stiv Bators,
Suburban Knight,
Radio Birdman,
Pierre Henry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Intrusion,
Pantytec,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Don Cherry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bluetip,
the Association,
Dave Gahan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wolf Eyes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Liliput,
Thee Headcoats,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fall,
China Crisis,
Symarip,
Idris Muhammad,
Lalo Schifrin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.