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 Uzbekistan and from London.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Soul II Soul,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jawbox,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Trumans Water,
The Real Kids,
Sonny Sharrock,
Half Japanese,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bill Near,
Rotary Connection,
Albert Ayler,
Arab on Radar,
Youth Brigade,
Avey Tare,
Von Mondo,
Nick Fraelich,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cybotron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Warsaw,
Tom Boy,
This Heat,
Lightning Bolt,
AZ,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Wake,
The Fire Engines,
Supertramp,
Cecil Taylor,
Motorama,
The Last Poets,
Lalann,
Oneida,
Skaos,
Byron Stingily,
Tubeway Army,
Mandrill,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deakin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Masters at Work,
Hot Snakes,
The Raincoats,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aaron Thompson,
The Remains,
The Trojans,
Eve St. Jones,
The Martian,
the Slits,
Minor Threat,
Nirvana,
The Gladiators,
Minutemen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lower 48,
Drexciya,
Slave,
MC5,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.