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 the UAE and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
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 guitar 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 Stiv Bators to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
The Misunderstood,
Jerry's Kids,
Eli Mardock,
Joyce Sims,
Pylon,
the Slits,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Sheep,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Spoonie Gee,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The J.B.'s,
Altered Images,
Vladislav Delay,
Rapeman,
Magma,
Hardrive,
Graham Central Station,
Von Mondo,
Tim Buckley,
Yusef Lateef,
MDC,
The Fire Engines,
Kerri Chandler,
David Bowie,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DNA,
Supertramp,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Adolescents,
Goldenarms,
X-102,
Bauhaus,
Blossom Toes,
Wasted Youth,
Arab on Radar,
Prince Buster,
Rekid,
Shoche,
The Offenders,
Duran Duran,
Nico,
the Soft Cell,
Rosa Yemen,
Cameo,
The Victims,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Reed,
Grauzone,
Bill Near,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hashim,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric Dolphy,
Eric Copeland,
John Coltrane,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.