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 South Africa and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Negative Approach to the crunk 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Todd Terry,
Suburban Knight,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Birthday Party,
Funky Four + One,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alton Ellis,
The Evens,
Nico,
The Remains,
Excepter,
Make Up,
Infiniti,
Can,
Nas,
Das Ding,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Index,
Rod Modell,
Dennis Brown,
Popol Vuh,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
MDC,
Basic Channel,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sound,
Fluxion,
Sällskapet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
China Crisis,
The Electric Prunes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gabor Szabo,
ABC,
Eurythmics,
Jeff Mills,
Barry Ungar,
Malaria!,
The Star Department,
The Fortunes,
Skaos,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Pretty Things,
Talk Talk,
The Selecter,
Lakeside,
Bill Wells,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang of Four,
Eden Ahbez,
Sight & Sound,
Audionom,
Whodini,
Camouflage,
the Normal,
The Martian,
Newcleus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tears for Fears,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.