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 Uzbekistan and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 güiro 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 Malaria! to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Mantronix,
Sällskapet,
Tomorrow,
Thee Headcoats,
KRS-One,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bootsy Collins,
Agent Orange,
Deakin,
Das Ding,
Yusef Lateef,
World's Most,
Underground Resistance,
Mandrill,
The Red Krayola,
Funky Four + One,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Five Americans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Electric Prunes,
H. Thieme,
Goldenarms,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bang On A Can,
Blancmange,
Bobby Womack,
Warren Ellis,
Pantaleimon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deadbeat,
Arthur Verocai,
Public Image Ltd.,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Bar-Kays,
Oneida,
Rakim,
Absolute Body Control,
The Blues Magoos,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Darondo,
These Immortal Souls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Unrelated Segments,
Andrew Hill,
the Germs,
Niagra,
Gichy Dan,
The Knickerbockers,
Essential Logic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
PIL,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Martian,
Hot Snakes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Trumans Water,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Simply Red,
Eurythmics,
Roxette,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.