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 Rwanda and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 The Invisible to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Marvin Gaye,
Hashim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Smog,
David McCallum,
The Move,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rufus Thomas,
Grauzone,
The Golliwogs,
Funkadelic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
X-102,
Rod Modell,
Stetsasonic,
Wasted Youth,
The Monks,
T. Rex,
Cluster,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ludus,
Quantec,
ABC,
a-ha,
Ronnie Foster,
Suburban Knight,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Prince Buster,
Intrusion,
Eurythmics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nirvana,
H. Thieme,
Yaz,
The Divine Comedy,
Section 25,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Bananas,
JFA,
Warren Ellis,
The Knickerbockers,
Mr. Review,
Y Pants,
The Young Rascals,
The Mighty Diamonds,
One Last Wish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fortunes,
Circle Jerks,
Eve St. Jones,
Skriet,
The Star Department,
Ornette Coleman,
Pantytec,
Ultra Naté,
Banda Bassotti,
Byron Stingily,
Fifty Foot Hose,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.