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 Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 The Fire Engines to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Skaos,
The Dirtbombs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Lydon,
48th St. Collective,
Bauhaus,
Blancmange,
Mantronix,
The Blues Magoos,
Neu!,
Glenn Branca,
The Stooges,
Sparks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
These Immortal Souls,
Kayak,
Lower 48,
Ronan,
Anakelly,
ABBA,
Jeff Mills,
The Sound,
Babytalk,
Niagra,
Harry Pussy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Procol Harum,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Derrick May,
Underground Resistance,
The Buckinghams,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The American Breed,
Cybotron,
Don Cherry,
Absolute Body Control,
Arcadia,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Davy DMX,
The Modern Lovers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Robert Hood,
Alice Coltrane,
Faust,
Organ,
Eli Mardock,
Avey Tare,
Shoche,
The Fugs,
Eden Ahbez,
Trumans Water,
Colin Newman,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Byrd,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
KRS-One,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.