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 Kiribati and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 Loose Ends to the jazz 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Curtis Mayfield,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pere Ubu,
Scientists,
Bizarre Inc.,
kango's stein massive,
Nick Fraelich,
The Count Five,
Radio Birdman,
New York Dolls,
Altered Images,
The Fire Engines,
Susan Cadogan,
Wolf Eyes,
U.S. Maple,
Carl Craig,
E-Dancer,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Moody Blues,
48th St. Collective,
Livin' Joy,
Freddie Wadling,
Marvin Gaye,
Laurel Aitken,
Boredoms,
Rakim,
the Normal,
The Golliwogs,
a-ha,
MDC,
Barrington Levy,
Angry Samoans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scion,
Joy Division,
D'Angelo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hoover,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Barracudas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
T.S.O.L.,
Camberwell Now,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kaleidoscope,
Marshall Jefferson,
Matthew Bourne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vainqueur,
Sonic Youth,
Donald Byrd,
Porter Ricks,
The Associates,
Malaria!,
Ludus,
Wings,
Masters at Work,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.