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 Dominican Republic and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Black Bananas to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Schoolly D,
Franke,
Amon Düül,
Shuggie Otis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wolf Eyes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wings,
The Motions,
Sound Behaviour,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Public Enemy,
Soulsonic Force,
The Martian,
Panda Bear,
Andrew Hill,
The Moody Blues,
Blake Baxter,
Visage,
a-ha,
La Düsseldorf,
The Associates,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
David McCallum,
Barbara Tucker,
L. Decosne,
The Busters,
The J.B.'s,
Arthur Verocai,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gun Club,
Scan 7,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bluetip,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barrington Levy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Sonics,
Roxette,
Cal Tjader,
U.S. Maple,
Siglo XX,
Bob Dylan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tears for Fears,
Thee Headcoats,
Guru Guru,
The Seeds,
The Litter,
Radio Birdman,
Rites of Spring,
Dual Sessions,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joy Division,
Bill Wells,
Severed Heads,
Dave Gahan,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.