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 Philippines and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Wasted Youth to the techno 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stereo Dub,
Zapp,
Quando Quango,
Faraquet,
The Black Dice,
Aaron Thompson,
Oneida,
Marc Almond,
Q and Not U,
June Days,
Half Japanese,
Warren Ellis,
Al Stewart,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Velvet Underground,
Lyres,
Wasted Youth,
Brick,
The Durutti Column,
Porter Ricks,
Joy Division,
The Golliwogs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Susan Cadogan,
David Bowie,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sonic Youth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Angels of Light,
Lower 48,
The Litter,
a-ha,
The Five Americans,
Aloha Tigers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Monochrome Set,
Terry Callier,
Hoover,
Whodini,
Swans,
Visage,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stetsasonic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Junior Murvin,
Pylon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Absolute Body Control,
Roxette,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
AZ,
Andrew Hill,
Yellowson,
Radiopuhelimet,
JFA,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.