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 Monaco and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Terrestrial Tones,
Godley & Creme,
Aswad,
The Durutti Column,
Fugazi,
Chrome,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yaz,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Albert Ayler,
Arab on Radar,
Grey Daturas,
Pagans,
The Happenings,
The Divine Comedy,
R.M.O.,
Suicide,
The Black Dice,
Rapeman,
EPMD,
Fear,
Sonic Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
Organ,
Silicon Teens,
Spandau Ballet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minor Threat,
Au Pairs,
Tubeway Army,
Chris Corsano,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Vladislav Delay,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
kango's stein massive,
the Normal,
Sight & Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sun City Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
Warsaw,
Faust,
Charles Mingus,
Little Man,
Negative Approach,
Cybotron,
La Düsseldorf,
D'Angelo,
The Litter,
The Wake,
Camouflage,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Blackbyrds,
Mad Mike,
Pole,
Brick,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.