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 Bhutan and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rakim to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Prince Buster,
The Remains,
Godley & Creme,
The Electric Prunes,
Cluster,
Pylon,
The Wake,
X-Ray Spex,
The Misunderstood,
Youth Brigade,
Ponytail,
A Certain Ratio,
Urselle,
Gang Green,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rakim,
OOIOO,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joyce Sims,
Tim Buckley,
Yellowson,
Eden Ahbez,
Fugazi,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cymande,
Gil Scott Heron,
Quadrant,
a-ha,
Pere Ubu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Cale,
Yazoo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Los Fastidios,
Junior Murvin,
Tears for Fears,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Invisible,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Arcadia,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Danielle Patucci,
the Swans,
Guru Guru,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Terrestrial Tones,
DNA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Depeche Mode,
Chris Corsano,
the Association,
B.T. Express,
Supertramp,
The Neon Judgement,
Subhumans,
Niagra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang Starr,
X-102,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.