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 Italy and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 OOIOO to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
E-Dancer,
Yusef Lateef,
The Star Department,
Mantronix,
James White and The Blacks,
Hot Snakes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bush Tetras,
Susan Cadogan,
Sandy B,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sam Rivers,
Masters at Work,
Davy DMX,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scan 7,
Mars,
Leonard Cohen,
ABBA,
Thompson Twins,
John Cale,
Black Moon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Intrusion,
Spandau Ballet,
Harmonia,
Dual Sessions,
Echospace,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Josef K,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Maurizio,
X-Ray Spex,
the Fania All-Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brothers Johnson,
Alice Coltrane,
Neu!,
Aural Exciters,
MC5,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hasil Adkins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Byron Stingily,
Charles Mingus,
Mad Mike,
Sound Behaviour,
Carl Craig,
The Red Krayola,
Banda Bassotti,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Smoke,
JFA,
Shuggie Otis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Swell Maps,
Sarah Menescal,
Radiohead,
Michelle Simonal,
Girls At Our Best!,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.