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 Thailand and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 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 Eden Ahbez to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeru the Damaja,
Monks,
Bill Near,
Urselle,
Echospace,
These Immortal Souls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fugs,
Laurel Aitken,
Smog,
Main Source,
The Young Rascals,
Gichy Dan,
The Martian,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Freddie Wadling,
Harry Pussy,
Boredoms,
The Five Americans,
Sun Ra,
John Coltrane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Durutti Column,
Suicide,
Black Bananas,
Kas Product,
Skarface,
Banda Bassotti,
Warren Ellis,
Audionom,
Y Pants,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Raincoats,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fela Kuti,
Jawbox,
Jeff Mills,
Index,
Andrew Hill,
Cymande,
Skriet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marcia Griffiths,
Newcleus,
John Foxx,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Chris Corsano,
Agent Orange,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Procol Harum,
The Residents,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barry Ungar,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Grass Roots,
Mo-Dettes,
Wire,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Toni Rubio,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.