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 Croatia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Japan,
Lower 48,
Public Enemy,
E-Dancer,
Harmonia,
The Searchers,
Ken Boothe,
Nirvana,
Lindisfarne,
Tom Boy,
Eric Copeland,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pagans,
The Birthday Party,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jeff Lynne,
Joy Division,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soul II Soul,
Hardrive,
Outsiders,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gichy Dan,
Eurythmics,
Silicon Teens,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ituana,
Chrome,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gun Club,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Young Rascals,
Archie Shepp,
Peter and Kerry,
The Offenders,
Eddi Front,
John Lydon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mo-Dettes,
The Smiths,
Oblivians,
Byron Stingily,
PIL,
Crispy Ambulance,
Neil Young,
Ohio Players,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Monolake,
Rakim,
Thompson Twins,
Wasted Youth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
In Retrospect,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Donald Byrd,
Bill Near,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The American Breed,
The Five Americans,
Unrelated Segments,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.