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 Micronesia and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Maleditus Sound to the funk 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang Starr,
Cymande,
Henry Cow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bush Tetras,
Frankie Knuckles,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kerri Chandler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camouflage,
Minor Threat,
Wings,
The Fugs,
Nirvana,
Shoche,
Matthew Bourne,
Echospace,
Von Mondo,
Slave,
Idris Muhammad,
Funkadelic,
Rites of Spring,
Fela Kuti,
Marine Girls,
Technova,
Davy DMX,
Average White Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
B.T. Express,
Joy Division,
Qualms,
Sun City Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Chris Corsano,
Lakeside,
The Gories,
John Coltrane,
The Happenings,
Pylon,
The Count Five,
Tres Demented,
Wasted Youth,
The Fire Engines,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun Ra,
Charles Mingus,
MDC,
Althea and Donna,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Golliwogs,
a-ha,
Fear,
Bill Near,
K-Klass,
Gang of Four,
John Lydon,
The Electric Prunes,
Donald Byrd,
Rapeman,
Crooked Eye,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.