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 Yemen and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 Fad Gadget to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Nirvana,
Absolute Body Control,
The Zeros,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ten City,
The Slackers,
New Order,
ABC,
Howard Jones,
Marmalade,
Gastr Del Sol,
Unwound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cymande,
Television,
New Age Steppers,
Aural Exciters,
Reagan Youth,
Harmonia,
The Alarm Clocks,
Goldenarms,
This Heat,
The J.B.'s,
Cybotron,
Grandmaster Flash,
Neu!,
The Motions,
DJ Sneak,
Alice Coltrane,
Sandy B,
FM Einheit,
D'Angelo,
Moebius,
Funkadelic,
Carl Craig,
Suicide,
Skarface,
Surgeon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Heaven 17,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soulsonic Force,
The Remains,
Marcia Griffiths,
Little Man,
Pole,
Parry Music,
Juan Atkins,
Barbara Tucker,
Make Up,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hoover,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Matthew Bourne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Man Parrish,
Joyce Sims,
Scott Walker,
Blancmange,
Pierre Henry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scan 7,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.