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 Romania and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the techno 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Godley & Creme,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ronnie Foster,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Derrick Morgan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Henry Cow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Vladislav Delay,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Magazine,
Sparks,
Pantaleimon,
The Move,
The Mummies,
Echospace,
Steve Hackett,
X-Ray Spex,
The Slackers,
Porter Ricks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tubeway Army,
Black Bananas,
Skarface,
Gabor Szabo,
Ice-T,
Grauzone,
Ituana,
Q and Not U,
Lungfish,
L. Decosne,
Davy DMX,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Swans,
Toni Rubio,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang of Four,
Make Up,
Carl Craig,
Groovy Waters,
Dead Boys,
The Sonics,
KRS-One,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Swans,
Kurtis Blow,
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Music Machine,
Darondo,
UT,
Shuggie Otis,
Sound Behaviour,
Suicide,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Subhumans,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.