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 Croatia and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin 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 The Neon Judgement to the punk 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
AZ,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dark Day,
Sandy B,
Scrapy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Byrd,
Connie Case,
Basic Channel,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Faraquet,
The Modern Lovers,
Moebius,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gun Club,
Royal Trux,
Aloha Tigers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Quando Quango,
JFA,
Main Source,
Maurizio,
Suicide,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bizarre Inc.,
Althea and Donna,
Tim Buckley,
LL Cool J,
The Doors,
Infiniti,
Y Pants,
Outsiders,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mars,
Slick Rick,
Roy Ayers,
Ten City,
Symarip,
Fugazi,
Todd Terry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ice-T,
Television Personalities,
Peter and Kerry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Warren Ellis,
Masters at Work,
The Grass Roots,
Flamin' Groovies,
Colin Newman,
Shuggie Otis,
Harry Pussy,
Clear Light,
Jacob Miller,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.