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 Hungary and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gastr Del Sol to the techno 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
The Gun Club,
Deepchord,
The United States of America,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Skatalites,
Bizarre Inc.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barrington Levy,
Make Up,
These Immortal Souls,
The Knickerbockers,
Visage,
Interpol,
Urselle,
The Associates,
Intrusion,
KRS-One,
The Kinks,
Marvin Gaye,
Soft Machine,
Slave,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aaron Thompson,
Sex Pistols,
Magma,
Anakelly,
Liliput,
Absolute Body Control,
Model 500,
Todd Terry,
Kayak,
Erykah Badu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Monochrome Set,
Nas,
The Victims,
Barry Ungar,
The Cowsills,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roxette,
The Fugs,
Half Japanese,
John Cale,
Mars,
Adolescents,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Average White Band,
Neu!,
Y Pants,
The Moleskins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Toni Rubio,
The Human League,
Jacques Brel,
H. Thieme,
The Wake,
The American Breed,
Brass Construction,
Bluetip,
Can,
The Index,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.