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 Nicaragua and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nico to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultra Naté,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Sherman,
The Techniques,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Harry Pussy,
Blancmange,
The Evens,
Mantronix,
The Invisible,
Cybotron,
The Offenders,
June of 44,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marine Girls,
Von Mondo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aswad,
Loose Ends,
Pulsallama,
Aloha Tigers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Monks,
EPMD,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Carl Craig,
Janne Schatter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Robert Wyatt,
Fela Kuti,
Eurythmics,
Traffic Nightmare,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
This Heat,
Eli Mardock,
Wally Richardson,
H. Thieme,
Ten City,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kerri Chandler,
Howard Jones,
The Angels of Light,
Funkadelic,
The Gladiators,
The American Breed,
the Soft Cell,
Alison Limerick,
Rites of Spring,
Davy DMX,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pussy Galore,
Jerry's Kids,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Dave Clark Five,
F. McDonald,
Reagan Youth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
kango's stein massive,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.