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 Austria and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 L. Decosne to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fuzztones,
David Axelrod,
Nick Fraelich,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sällskapet,
Reagan Youth,
Infiniti,
Gichy Dan,
Scion,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Young Marble Giants,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Modern Lovers,
Pierre Henry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Reed,
The Cowsills,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Knickerbockers,
Livin' Joy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pussy Galore,
The Music Machine,
The Zeros,
Michelle Simonal,
Skriet,
Skaos,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dead Boys,
The Count Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Chris Corsano,
Chrome,
Funkadelic,
Brass Construction,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Slick Rick,
Fad Gadget,
Kayak,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Barracudas,
Monks,
Eli Mardock,
Quadrant,
The Moleskins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scientists,
Pere Ubu,
Alphaville,
Siglo XX,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eddi Front,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Circle Jerks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
These Immortal Souls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tres Demented,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.