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 Dominican Republic and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Monolake,
Cal Tjader,
ABBA,
Little Man,
Sällskapet,
Johnny Osbourne,
CMW,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Spandau Ballet,
Hardrive,
Suicide,
Scott Walker,
Babytalk,
Swans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Heaven 17,
Hasil Adkins,
Interpol,
Byron Stingily,
T.S.O.L.,
Kenny Larkin,
Y Pants,
Gong,
Mantronix,
Guru Guru,
Drexciya,
Excepter,
Cheater Slicks,
Adolescents,
Au Pairs,
The Beau Brummels,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
This Heat,
Bill Near,
Ossler,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crime,
Hot Snakes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The United States of America,
Nirvana,
Fat Boys,
Joey Negro,
The Last Poets,
Dorothy Ashby,
Amon Düül II,
Make Up,
David Bowie,
Dennis Brown,
Mo-Dettes,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Move,
Soulsonic Force,
Cybotron,
The Wake,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.