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 Liechtenstein and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro 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 Shoche to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Intrusion,
John Foxx,
The Cowsills,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jacques Brel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sällskapet,
Flamin' Groovies,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lindisfarne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marc Almond,
Chris & Cosey,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
Average White Band,
Gong,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pulsallama,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Henry Cow,
The Tremeloes,
DJ Sneak,
Unwound,
a-ha,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bauhaus,
Soulsonic Force,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Busters,
Warren Ellis,
Blake Baxter,
Donny Hathaway,
Amazonics,
Camberwell Now,
The Sound,
Pylon,
Byron Stingily,
F. McDonald,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Offenders,
Buzzcocks,
Anakelly,
Cecil Taylor,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Depeche Mode,
The Fall,
Max Romeo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gerry Rafferty,
Subhumans,
Aloha Tigers,
China Crisis,
Drexciya,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Model 500,
Lower 48,
Suicide,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.