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 Ukraine and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig 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?
Pierre Henry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Second Layer,
Loose Ends,
Sixth Finger,
Man Parrish,
the Slits,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bill Near,
Amon Düül,
Bill Wells,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Buckinghams,
The Red Krayola,
Henry Cow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Iggy Pop,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nirvana,
Tim Buckley,
The Fire Engines,
Gregory Isaacs,
Magma,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Kinks,
Scientists,
Deakin,
Symarip,
Robert Hood,
Crime,
Matthew Bourne,
Deadbeat,
Cybotron,
The Toasters,
Thee Headcoats,
Minutemen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Christie,
Pulsallama,
Ludus,
Freddie Wadling,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Television,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
ABC,
LL Cool J,
Hardrive,
T.S.O.L.,
Chrome,
Circle Jerks,
Lower 48,
The Golliwogs,
The Sound,
The Star Department,
Warsaw,
The Misunderstood,
Von Mondo,
Deepchord,
The Smiths,
Rotary Connection,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.