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 Sierra Leone and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U 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 disco 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sparks,
Livin' Joy,
Lindisfarne,
The Martian,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The American Breed,
Slave,
Bill Wells,
The Human League,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yellowson,
The Blackbyrds,
Alison Limerick,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pylon,
New York Dolls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harmonia,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rekid,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Technova,
Newcleus,
Schoolly D,
The Happenings,
Arab on Radar,
Cal Tjader,
Pere Ubu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Doors,
Amazonics,
Organ,
Thompson Twins,
Amon Düül,
ABBA,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stetsasonic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Electric Prunes,
David Bowie,
Avey Tare,
The Skatalites,
Porter Ricks,
New Order,
Marc Almond,
Bluetip,
Matthew Bourne,
UT,
Black Moon,
Eve St. Jones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang Green,
Bootsy Collins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Popol Vuh,
Tom Boy,
The Names,
Arcadia,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.