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 Namibia and from Salvador.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 Camberwell Now to the grime 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Buzzcocks,
Zero Boys,
Carl Craig,
X-101,
Lightning Bolt,
Skarface,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Mummies,
Susan Cadogan,
Brick,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Knickerbockers,
One Last Wish,
Altered Images,
The New Christs,
The Red Krayola,
Gong,
Flash Fearless,
Charles Mingus,
Fad Gadget,
OOIOO,
John Foxx,
Skriet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rekid,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Khruangbin,
Matthew Halsall,
Roy Ayers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang Green,
Second Layer,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Association,
Urselle,
Silicon Teens,
Eli Mardock,
Tommy Roe,
Rufus Thomas,
Aural Exciters,
James White and The Blacks,
Hashim,
Eric Dolphy,
Parry Music,
DJ Style,
World's Most,
Albert Ayler,
Thompson Twins,
Pierre Henry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grauzone,
Flipper,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hoover,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Black Dice,
The Human League,
Los Fastidios,
David Axelrod,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.