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 Ivory Coast 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Girls At Our Best! to the electroclash 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Main Source,
The Techniques,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rakim,
Rosa Yemen,
Tom Boy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Skarface,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Malaria!,
Derrick Morgan,
Donald Byrd,
Henry Cow,
Wolf Eyes,
One Last Wish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Animal Collective,
New Order,
Bang On A Can,
X-101,
Eden Ahbez,
Depeche Mode,
Jimmy McGriff,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
a-ha,
Bronski Beat,
Deakin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jeff Mills,
Kas Product,
Sällskapet,
Ken Boothe,
Smog,
Mission of Burma,
Fluxion,
Michelle Simonal,
kango's stein massive,
DNA,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Negative Approach,
Procol Harum,
Eric Copeland,
Wally Richardson,
Lakeside,
The Seeds,
The Martian,
Soft Machine,
ABC,
Letta Mbulu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Visage,
Fugazi,
The Trojans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roxette,
Toni Rubio,
The Fugs,
Popol Vuh,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Siglo XX,
Underground Resistance,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.