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 Delhi.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Drive Like Jehu to the punk 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kurtis Blow,
Fela Kuti,
K-Klass,
Masters at Work,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kayak,
The Golliwogs,
Maurizio,
The Angels of Light,
Stetsasonic,
Sonic Youth,
Tubeway Army,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fatback Band,
The Barracudas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Con Funk Shun,
Zapp,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Pus,
Deakin,
Bobby Byrd,
Blossom Toes,
The Smiths,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Ponytail,
Black Sheep,
The Blackbyrds,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wasted Youth,
cv313,
Model 500,
Hot Snakes,
Trumans Water,
The Red Krayola,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Donny Hathaway,
Connie Case,
June of 44,
Maleditus Sound,
Deepchord,
Tom Boy,
ABC,
Don Cherry,
Eli Mardock,
Massinfluence,
Ultravox,
The Detroit Cobras,
Q and Not U,
Black Moon,
kango's stein massive,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.