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 Libya and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Arthur Verocai to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mark Hollis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Con Funk Shun,
Dual Sessions,
Khruangbin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ronnie Foster,
Tubeway Army,
Hot Snakes,
Boredoms,
Hardrive,
Black Sheep,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Iggy Pop,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wally Richardson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Radiohead,
Scan 7,
Guru Guru,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Blancmange,
Accadde A,
Pantaleimon,
Chris & Cosey,
New Order,
Bad Manners,
Stiv Bators,
Wasted Youth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rhythm & Sound,
Delta 5,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Bananas,
Fatback Band,
Kurtis Blow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Technova,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang Green,
The American Breed,
Skarface,
Alice Coltrane,
Slick Rick,
Pussy Galore,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rakim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mad Mike,
Marcia Griffiths,
Reuben Wilson,
the Swans,
Nas,
Sound Behaviour,
The Toasters,
The Smiths,
Saccharine Trust,
48th St. Collective,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.