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 Spain and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lakeside to the punk 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
cv313,
The Vogues,
The American Breed,
The Moleskins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Carl Craig,
Q and Not U,
Rapeman,
Roy Ayers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Arthur Verocai,
Warren Ellis,
Erykah Badu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nico,
Neu!,
Fugazi,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Angels of Light,
The Motions,
Minor Threat,
Frankie Knuckles,
Audionom,
Brothers Johnson,
The Tremeloes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Swans,
Bootsy Collins,
kango's stein massive,
Deakin,
Don Cherry,
Alice Coltrane,
China Crisis,
F. McDonald,
Altered Images,
Thee Headcoats,
PIL,
The Fuzztones,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric Copeland,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ralphi Rosario,
Flamin' Groovies,
10cc,
Yazoo,
Grauzone,
Robert Görl,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Inner City,
The Black Dice,
The Fugs,
Model 500,
Delon & Dalcan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Can,
Funkadelic,
Gang Starr,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.