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 Latvia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the punk 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Andrew Hill,
Aaron Thompson,
Royal Trux,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minnie Riperton,
Khruangbin,
The Tremeloes,
Symarip,
The Cowsills,
Nils Olav,
Grandmaster Flash,
Newcleus,
The Fire Engines,
Nico,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Residents,
The Index,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Spoonie Gee,
Stereo Dub,
The Victims,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultra Naté,
Drexciya,
Scrapy,
the Human League,
Metal Thangz,
Iggy Pop,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang Starr,
David Bowie,
The Young Rascals,
Franke,
Traffic Nightmare,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
D'Angelo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Severed Heads,
Warren Ellis,
Tears for Fears,
The Modern Lovers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mantronix,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Amon Düül II,
Animal Collective,
Delta 5,
Scion,
The Blues Magoos,
The Leaves,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yazoo,
Wolf Eyes,
Oneida,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.