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 Benin and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lightning Bolt to the funk 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Motorama,
T. Rex,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Görl,
Rekid,
KRS-One,
The Velvet Underground,
Faraquet,
Duran Duran,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pantaleimon,
Can,
The Cramps,
Terry Callier,
Joey Negro,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Khruangbin,
New York Dolls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Easy Going,
Yazoo,
E-Dancer,
Parry Music,
Girls At Our Best!,
Amazonics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Al Stewart,
Pussy Galore,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Malaria!,
The Gories,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rufus Thomas,
Half Japanese,
Deakin,
Arthur Verocai,
Ludus,
Wally Richardson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Von Mondo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Toni Rubio,
Nirvana,
Janne Schatter,
Derrick May,
Scion,
Tres Demented,
Matthew Bourne,
Dawn Penn,
Rotary Connection,
Fad Gadget,
Sarah Menescal,
Mission of Burma,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gichy Dan,
Nils Olav,
Yellowson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bang On A Can,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.