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 Samoa and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the rock 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
Ronan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Junior Murvin,
Erykah Badu,
Barbara Tucker,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mantronix,
Fat Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Flash Fearless,
Tomorrow,
Siglo XX,
Main Source,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Christie,
A Certain Ratio,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Misunderstood,
Alphaville,
The Divine Comedy,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Germs,
John Coltrane,
Morten Harket,
Sonic Youth,
Avey Tare,
Liliput,
Metal Thangz,
Nico,
The Pretty Things,
Black Pus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Max Romeo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sandy B,
Deadbeat,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soul II Soul,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barry Ungar,
The Barracudas,
Bang On A Can,
X-102,
Mandrill,
Danielle Patucci,
Sällskapet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dave Clark Five,
Terry Callier,
Gabor Szabo,
Kerri Chandler,
Pantytec,
Pagans,
Sister Nancy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Charles Mingus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.