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 Bahamas and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ralphi Rosario to the rap 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Robert Hood,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arthur Verocai,
Iggy Pop,
Negative Approach,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Moss Icon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sarah Menescal,
Rosa Yemen,
Marine Girls,
China Crisis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Don Cherry,
Joey Negro,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Count Five,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bob Dylan,
Guru Guru,
ABBA,
Ituana,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fall,
Idris Muhammad,
Judy Mowatt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minny Pops,
Ronan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The New Christs,
The Neon Judgement,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barclay James Harvest,
Moby Grape,
E-Dancer,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Last Poets,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dorothy Ashby,
The United States of America,
FM Einheit,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bush Tetras,
Banda Bassotti,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lower 48,
Prince Buster,
Howard Jones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Qualms,
Todd Rundgren,
Rites of Spring,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.