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 Ecuador and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lee Hazlewood to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Kayak,
Country Teasers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Traffic Nightmare,
Erasure,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fatback Band,
Essential Logic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Blancmange,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kenny Larkin,
Avey Tare,
Interpol,
Lucky Dragons,
Arthur Verocai,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Doors,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
June Days,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mr. Review,
David McCallum,
Glenn Branca,
Scratch Acid,
Davy DMX,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deepchord,
The Pretty Things,
Aural Exciters,
Bush Tetras,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rod Modell,
Terrestrial Tones,
a-ha,
Derrick Morgan,
Faust,
Black Pus,
Lou Reed,
Laurel Aitken,
Bill Near,
Jerry's Kids,
Scott Walker,
Simply Red,
48th St. Collective,
Kool Moe Dee,
Negative Approach,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wally Richardson,
The Skatalites,
Reagan Youth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Von Mondo,
Das Ding,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Amazonics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.