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 Angola 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 The Kinks to the techno 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Tubeway Army,
The Modern Lovers,
The Buckinghams,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Boz Scaggs,
the Bar-Kays,
Shoche,
Fad Gadget,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultravox,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
cv313,
China Crisis,
ABBA,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Panda Bear,
Hasil Adkins,
Wire,
Morten Harket,
Lalann,
Arthur Verocai,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pussy Galore,
Gabor Szabo,
The Beau Brummels,
Avey Tare,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rod Modell,
Faraquet,
Can,
Unwound,
Visage,
Depeche Mode,
the Germs,
Country Teasers,
Angry Samoans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deepchord,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Audionom,
Adolescents,
Archie Shepp,
Model 500,
Nils Olav,
Suburban Knight,
The Index,
Alton Ellis,
Sam Rivers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aswad,
Sällskapet,
The Invisible,
Maleditus Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
The Real Kids,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Normal,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pole,
Matthew Halsall,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.