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 Russia and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Golliwogs to the rap 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Silicon Teens,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pole,
Camouflage,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Clear Light,
The Moleskins,
Chris & Cosey,
Wolf Eyes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Womack,
Carl Craig,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Vogues,
The Fire Engines,
Nils Olav,
Robert Hood,
Radiohead,
Joy Division,
Index,
Magma,
Sun City Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ludus,
Eli Mardock,
The New Christs,
The Gladiators,
Cluster,
Faust,
Camberwell Now,
Hashim,
David Bowie,
The Invisible,
Mo-Dettes,
The Neon Judgement,
The Monks,
Tubeway Army,
Sandy B,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Icehouse,
Dark Day,
Tres Demented,
Charles Mingus,
This Heat,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ornette Coleman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eric Copeland,
Brand Nubian,
Gabor Szabo,
Inner City,
New York Dolls,
Television,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eve St. Jones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Monolake,
the Swans,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.