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 Korea North and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar 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 Amon Düül to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Livin' Joy,
Mantronix,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mummies,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Martian,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Byrd,
Scratch Acid,
a-ha,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gladiators,
Soulsonic Force,
The Alarm Clocks,
Metal Thangz,
Visage,
Ornette Coleman,
The Smoke,
Soul II Soul,
Aloha Tigers,
Wasted Youth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brand Nubian,
Al Stewart,
Organ,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Interpol,
Chris Corsano,
Matthew Bourne,
ABC,
Tres Demented,
Tom Boy,
Moby Grape,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gichy Dan,
Kayak,
The Skatalites,
John Holt,
Minnie Riperton,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marine Girls,
The Index,
T.S.O.L.,
Moss Icon,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Smiths,
The Count Five,
Amon Düül,
The Happenings,
Derrick Morgan,
Hot Snakes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stetsasonic,
Ten City,
Section 25,
The Pop Group,
Public Enemy,
The Angels of Light,
Josef K,
Rod Modell,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.