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 Japan and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron 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 Rapeman to the electroclash 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Kool Moe Dee,
Janne Schatter,
John Lydon,
Massinfluence,
The Real Kids,
the Bar-Kays,
Moss Icon,
Thee Headcoats,
Sight & Sound,
Rites of Spring,
Sun City Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Soul Sonic Force,
The American Breed,
Deakin,
Icehouse,
Angry Samoans,
F. McDonald,
The Zeros,
ABBA,
Barclay James Harvest,
New Order,
The Angels of Light,
James White and The Blacks,
Qualms,
Spandau Ballet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fluxion,
Porter Ricks,
Gong,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Unwound,
DJ Style,
Shoche,
Brick,
Los Fastidios,
FM Einheit,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ice-T,
Black Moon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aswad,
kango's stein massive,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Toni Rubio,
Eric Copeland,
Amon Düül,
The Monks,
Desert Stars,
Juan Atkins,
New Age Steppers,
10cc,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pere Ubu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Talk Talk,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.