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 Barbados and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Bauhaus to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Crooked Eye,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rosa Yemen,
Soft Cell,
Janne Schatter,
Leonard Cohen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultra Naté,
Hashim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scott Walker,
The New Christs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Magma,
Gang Green,
The Move,
Sonic Youth,
Rites of Spring,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Remains,
Eden Ahbez,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deakin,
The Fortunes,
The Sonics,
The Misunderstood,
Gastr Del Sol,
Visage,
Skarface,
Los Fastidios,
Popol Vuh,
Infiniti,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Evens,
Television,
Dual Sessions,
Smog,
Todd Rundgren,
Average White Band,
Nirvana,
Mandrill,
Parry Music,
Ice-T,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Dead C,
Technova,
Radio Birdman,
E-Dancer,
Delon & Dalcan,
June of 44,
the Slits,
Flipper,
Soulsonic Force,
Cameo,
Gong,
Jacob Miller,
Ken Boothe,
Stereo Dub,
Trumans Water,
Interpol,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.