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 Senegal and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Pantytec to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
The Associates,
The Mojo Men,
The Detroit Cobras,
Erasure,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Funky Four + One,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sam Rivers,
Soulsonic Force,
Joensuu 1685,
Iggy Pop,
Stetsasonic,
48th St. Collective,
Swans,
Maurizio,
Jandek,
Massinfluence,
The Knickerbockers,
Godley & Creme,
Symarip,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Kinks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Talk Talk,
Danielle Patucci,
Arcadia,
Glenn Branca,
David McCallum,
The Neon Judgement,
Scion,
The Modern Lovers,
Archie Shepp,
Siglo XX,
Qualms,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
These Immortal Souls,
Japan,
Moss Icon,
Subhumans,
H. Thieme,
Scott Walker,
Cluster,
Joyce Sims,
The Barracudas,
The Seeds,
Tears for Fears,
The Blackbyrds,
The Move,
The Electric Prunes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dennis Brown,
Black Sheep,
Public Image Ltd.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scrapy,
Deadbeat,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.