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 Thailand and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes 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 Wolf Eyes to the funk 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Birthday Party,
The Sisters of Mercy,
These Immortal Souls,
Eric Copeland,
Kevin Saunderson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Magma,
Joy Division,
Jacques Brel,
Soulsonic Force,
Index,
Robert Görl,
The Vogues,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minnie Riperton,
Pagans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Moby Grape,
Marshall Jefferson,
Radiohead,
Alton Ellis,
The Walker Brothers,
Arthur Verocai,
the Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Juan Atkins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Associates,
The Sonics,
the Germs,
Siglo XX,
Funkadelic,
Gregory Isaacs,
F. McDonald,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Shadows of Knight,
Prince Buster,
Yazoo,
The Durutti Column,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crispy Ambulance,
Man Parrish,
Boredoms,
The Happenings,
MDC,
Pet Shop Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harry Pussy,
Bush Tetras,
Pylon,
Davy DMX,
Godley & Creme,
The Cure,
Althea and Donna,
Chris & Cosey,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.