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 Kuwait and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 the Swans to the grime 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Dual Sessions,
Cecil Taylor,
Graham Central Station,
Mars,
Blossom Toes,
the Slits,
Eden Ahbez,
Scion,
Inner City,
Brick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Model 500,
Rites of Spring,
Eric B and Rakim,
Khruangbin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Symarip,
Angry Samoans,
Stiv Bators,
The Music Machine,
Organ,
H. Thieme,
Bush Tetras,
Pole,
Sarah Menescal,
Patti Smith,
Porter Ricks,
Malaria!,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Television Personalities,
Wire,
Barclay James Harvest,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bronski Beat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Intrusion,
The Cowsills,
Rakim,
Qualms,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bang On A Can,
The Last Poets,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mojo Men,
ABBA,
Sun Ra,
cv313,
John Lydon,
Pierre Henry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Vainqueur,
Magma,
Joey Negro,
Connie Case,
Smog,
Lebanon Hanover,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.