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 Bahamas and from Shanghai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Babytalk to the techno 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster 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?
Ronan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
X-Ray Spex,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Piero Umiliani,
Goldenarms,
Boogie Down Productions,
Heaven 17,
T. Rex,
The Associates,
Newcleus,
Sandy B,
Roger Hodgson,
Outsiders,
Sixth Finger,
The Neon Judgement,
Negative Approach,
H. Thieme,
The Beau Brummels,
Andrew Hill,
Lindisfarne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Bar-Kays,
Electric Prunes,
Shuggie Otis,
Donny Hathaway,
Liliput,
Ronnie Foster,
The Count Five,
a-ha,
The Martian,
Mars,
A Certain Ratio,
Inner City,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ice-T,
Circle Jerks,
Lower 48,
Lou Reed,
Wire,
Junior Murvin,
Desert Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barclay James Harvest,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Michelle Simonal,
Amon Düül II,
Hasil Adkins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Delta 5,
K-Klass,
Rotary Connection,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Stooges,
Theoretical Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
Ossler,
Soul II Soul,
Barry Ungar,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.