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 Uruguay and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator 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 Terrestrial Tones to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Freddie Wadling,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pharoah Sanders,
Quantec,
Y Pants,
Gong,
Suburban Knight,
The Martian,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sonic Youth,
Marvin Gaye,
Rhythm & Sound,
Archie Shepp,
La Düsseldorf,
Sixth Finger,
Pantytec,
David Bowie,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Star Department,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Colin Newman,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Sonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gories,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
X-101,
Joe Finger,
Faraquet,
The Slits,
Eyeless In Gaza,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Mummies,
Masters at Work,
Soulsonic Force,
Bauhaus,
The Moleskins,
Piero Umiliani,
New Age Steppers,
Black Pus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eurythmics,
Mark Hollis,
Panda Bear,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vainqueur,
Mr. Review,
The Walker Brothers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Siglo XX,
Lou Reed,
Television,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Smiths,
Ronan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.