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 Egypt and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin 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 Flash Fearless to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Bush Tetras,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Depeche Mode,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Standells,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
X-102,
Lower 48,
Minny Pops,
Man Parrish,
Severed Heads,
Kaleidoscope,
The Durutti Column,
Smog,
Howard Jones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
F. McDonald,
John Holt,
Graham Central Station,
The Busters,
Cymande,
Groovy Waters,
the Sonics,
The Real Kids,
The Trojans,
Moby Grape,
Michelle Simonal,
Slave,
Jimmy McGriff,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Remains,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ronnie Foster,
Icehouse,
Gong,
These Immortal Souls,
Bill Near,
Intrusion,
The Dave Clark Five,
Model 500,
Q65,
The Fire Engines,
Ice-T,
Sugar Minott,
Index,
Audionom,
JFA,
The Music Machine,
Nation of Ulysses,
Terry Callier,
Newcleus,
Half Japanese,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Human League,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Trumans Water,
Anakelly,
Mandrill,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Byrd,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.