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 San Marino and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Donald Fagen 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 Rhythm & Sound to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Yaz,
Lee Hazlewood,
D'Angelo,
Alphaville,
Shuggie Otis,
Donald Byrd,
The Associates,
Jacob Miller,
The Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Doobie Brothers,
Maleditus Sound,
June of 44,
Nation of Ulysses,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
UT,
Junior Murvin,
Juan Atkins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Howard Jones,
Charles Mingus,
Black Bananas,
Eli Mardock,
Soulsonic Force,
Kurtis Blow,
Heaven 17,
Wolf Eyes,
The Remains,
Fluxion,
Erasure,
Lou Reed,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nik Kershaw,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Erykah Badu,
Joyce Sims,
Wire,
Minnie Riperton,
Nirvana,
the Normal,
Unrelated Segments,
Bad Manners,
John Lydon,
Bill Wells,
Idris Muhammad,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Index,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blake Baxter,
Godley & Creme,
Colin Newman,
Funkadelic,
Severed Heads,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Q and Not U,
Kool Moe Dee,
Agitation Free,
Spoonie Gee,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.