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 Belize and from Shanghai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Aaron Thompson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Technova,
Black Pus,
The Human League,
Soul Sonic Force,
Michelle Simonal,
Trumans Water,
Radio Birdman,
Max Romeo,
Ponytail,
Quantec,
Kenny Larkin,
Second Layer,
Stereo Dub,
The Gun Club,
Peter and Kerry,
X-102,
Groovy Waters,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Dirtbombs,
Lower 48,
kango's stein massive,
Ronnie Foster,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Soft Cell,
Electric Prunes,
Das Ding,
Morten Harket,
Bad Manners,
Ornette Coleman,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gap Band,
R.M.O.,
Gang of Four,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
John Foxx,
Subhumans,
Quando Quango,
the Human League,
Eric Dolphy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Germs,
Make Up,
ABBA,
Slick Rick,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Donny Hathaway,
Marvin Gaye,
Can,
Harry Pussy,
Man Parrish,
The Misunderstood,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Sherman,
Lightning Bolt,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ice-T,
Fugazi,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.