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 Georgia and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar 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 Minutemen to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
The Flesh Eaters,
ABBA,
Bush Tetras,
DJ Sneak,
Eric Dolphy,
Babytalk,
The Invisible,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Pretty Things,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Intrusion,
Carl Craig,
Whodini,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultra Naté,
Pantaleimon,
Marine Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
Susan Cadogan,
Surgeon,
Main Source,
Wasted Youth,
Index,
Pulsallama,
Electric Prunes,
FM Einheit,
Banda Bassotti,
The Names,
Sonic Youth,
David Axelrod,
Bronski Beat,
Popol Vuh,
Man Eating Sloth,
Don Cherry,
The Blackbyrds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Five Americans,
Mad Mike,
Camouflage,
Aaron Thompson,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Count Five,
Porter Ricks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Junior Murvin,
These Immortal Souls,
Television,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Khruangbin,
Q65,
Lou Reed,
Little Man,
Dawn Penn,
Bootsy Collins,
Donny Hathaway,
Tommy Roe,
The Gories,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.