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 Benin and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 Kurtis Blow to the crunk 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
The Motions,
Thompson Twins,
Sonic Youth,
Robert Wyatt,
Kool Moe Dee,
Shuggie Otis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Pretty Things,
Minny Pops,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Smiths,
The Knickerbockers,
Bronski Beat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gabor Szabo,
Fad Gadget,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fela Kuti,
Bill Wells,
James White and The Blacks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Y Pants,
Gang Green,
the Sonics,
Second Layer,
Guru Guru,
Agitation Free,
the Human League,
Pylon,
the Soft Cell,
Robert Görl,
Lou Christie,
Buzzcocks,
Godley & Creme,
Morten Harket,
48th St. Collective,
John Holt,
Lakeside,
June of 44,
10cc,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ice-T,
The Litter,
Freddie Wadling,
Marine Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Faust,
Urselle,
The Blackbyrds,
Symarip,
The New Christs,
Jacques Brel,
Pussy Galore,
Scion,
The Dirtbombs,
The Remains,
Pantytec,
The Victims,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sixth Finger,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.