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 Macedonia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron 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 Moleskins to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Negative Approach,
Ludus,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Slackers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rufus Thomas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
UT,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Matthew Bourne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minor Threat,
Bob Dylan,
Skaos,
Magma,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Q and Not U,
Spandau Ballet,
Nick Fraelich,
CMW,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Todd Terry,
Stiv Bators,
Avey Tare,
Wolf Eyes,
Laurel Aitken,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Skatalites,
10cc,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
In Retrospect,
Desert Stars,
Byron Stingily,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eric Dolphy,
Max Romeo,
The Fire Engines,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Christie,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dennis Brown,
The Litter,
Swans,
The Real Kids,
ABBA,
Lungfish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Zapp,
Flamin' Groovies,
June Days,
Cluster,
Absolute Body Control,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jeff Mills,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.