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 Belgium and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Depeche Mode to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Magma,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Womack,
Joyce Sims,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Johnny Clarke,
Public Enemy,
Duran Duran,
D'Angelo,
The Five Americans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Modern Lovers,
Saccharine Trust,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Pretty Things,
Monolake,
Infiniti,
Sun City Girls,
Ultravox,
Fugazi,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Essential Logic,
Black Sheep,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Velvet Underground,
The United States of America,
The Cure,
Todd Terry,
Drexciya,
Davy DMX,
Michelle Simonal,
Erykah Badu,
Bronski Beat,
The Fugs,
Dark Day,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Names,
The Index,
Grauzone,
The Busters,
Supertramp,
Jeff Lynne,
June of 44,
The Angels of Light,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sonic Youth,
The Toasters,
OOIOO,
Little Man,
The Dirtbombs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Interpol,
B.T. Express,
Thompson Twins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Adolescents,
Girls At Our Best!,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.