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 Liechtenstein and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 Radio Birdman to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Warren Ellis,
Lakeside,
Saccharine Trust,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Moleskins,
The Barracudas,
Rekid,
Arab on Radar,
Stereo Dub,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Los Fastidios,
The Buckinghams,
The Fugs,
Moss Icon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Technova,
The Gap Band,
The Modern Lovers,
kango's stein massive,
The Cure,
Black Bananas,
Kas Product,
FM Einheit,
Thee Headcoats,
Kaleidoscope,
Pere Ubu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scion,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang Green,
Maurizio,
The Birthday Party,
8 Eyed Spy,
Davy DMX,
Siglo XX,
Can,
The Dead C,
Blancmange,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Blackbyrds,
Bush Tetras,
Wally Richardson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mandrill,
James White and The Blacks,
The Human League,
Niagra,
Mantronix,
Iggy Pop,
Neu!,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nils Olav,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gun Club,
Reagan Youth,
Livin' Joy,
Crash Course in Science,
Robert Görl,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.