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 Mozambique and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 Dead Boys to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
The Offenders,
kango's stein massive,
X-101,
Bad Manners,
Siglo XX,
Japan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rites of Spring,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hardrive,
Grauzone,
Kenny Larkin,
Hashim,
Barry Ungar,
The Associates,
Piero Umiliani,
Ossler,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
AZ,
Clear Light,
Lungfish,
Q and Not U,
The Gories,
The Modern Lovers,
Jawbox,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tim Buckley,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-102,
Bill Near,
June of 44,
Byron Stingily,
Kerri Chandler,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deepchord,
Absolute Body Control,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alphaville,
Duran Duran,
10cc,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pussy Galore,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sällskapet,
K-Klass,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Wake,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lucky Dragons,
Iggy Pop,
Flash Fearless,
Metal Thangz,
Skarface,
Black Moon,
Aloha Tigers,
Nico,
Eli Mardock,
Radio Birdman,
DNA,
Half Japanese,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.