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 Brazil and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Boogie Down Productions to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Black Flag,
The Offenders,
Mr. Review,
Clear Light,
The Leaves,
Shoche,
The Young Rascals,
Qualms,
Wings,
X-102,
The Dirtbombs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Oneida,
Bauhaus,
Mark Hollis,
Supertramp,
John Lydon,
Amon Düül II,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gladiators,
Erasure,
The Golliwogs,
Niagra,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Zeros,
Nils Olav,
Yusef Lateef,
The Skatalites,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grey Daturas,
Rekid,
Patti Smith,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scott Walker,
Model 500,
Pantytec,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
La Düsseldorf,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Charles Mingus,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cowsills,
Traffic Nightmare,
Porter Ricks,
LL Cool J,
Ralphi Rosario,
Animal Collective,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lungfish,
Jeff Mills,
Accadde A,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Junior Murvin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Quadrant,
Tubeway Army,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Echospace,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.