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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Desert Stars to the dance 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
UT,
Average White Band,
Lower 48,
The Blackbyrds,
Icehouse,
Ronnie Foster,
The Invisible,
Au Pairs,
Altered Images,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stiv Bators,
Eddi Front,
Fluxion,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Sheep,
The Toasters,
Young Marble Giants,
Sarah Menescal,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sonic Youth,
David Bowie,
Bill Near,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Magazine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Mummies,
Michelle Simonal,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Flash Fearless,
The Gladiators,
Jacob Miller,
The Dave Clark Five,
Smog,
Grey Daturas,
Pylon,
Oblivians,
Cheater Slicks,
Brick,
Stereo Dub,
Grandmaster Flash,
Radiohead,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kaleidoscope,
Man Parrish,
The Grass Roots,
Toni Rubio,
the Swans,
The Mojo Men,
John Cale,
Dorothy Ashby,
Warren Ellis,
Morten Harket,
Jeru the Damaja,
Franke,
Clear Light,
Aural Exciters,
Inner City,
T.S.O.L.,
Thompson Twins,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.