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 Finland and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Guru Guru to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Circle Jerks,
The Wake,
Faust,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Monolake,
Hardrive,
The Gories,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Masters at Work,
the Swans,
Lou Christie,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Sheep,
Minny Pops,
Lightning Bolt,
Newcleus,
John Cale,
Pylon,
The Smoke,
Excepter,
Desert Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Thompson Twins,
Eric Copeland,
Janne Schatter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
ABC,
The Fugs,
Sex Pistols,
Nico,
Wings,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cowsills,
Kool Moe Dee,
June of 44,
Eurythmics,
The Cure,
June Days,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Monks,
The Human League,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Juan Atkins,
The Count Five,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Leaves,
Stockholm Monsters,
Q and Not U,
Sight & Sound,
Icehouse,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Vogues,
Unrelated Segments,
The Offenders,
Quando Quango,
Kevin Saunderson,
Saccharine Trust,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Sister Nancy,
Davy DMX,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.