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 Mali and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Trumans Water to the disco 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 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 Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Anthony Braxton,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Techniques,
The Kinks,
The Smoke,
Yusef Lateef,
In Retrospect,
Jeff Mills,
Ice-T,
Mo-Dettes,
Urselle,
Zapp,
Wally Richardson,
The Cramps,
Scratch Acid,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Arab on Radar,
Scion,
Supertramp,
Banda Bassotti,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fuzztones,
Jacques Brel,
The Count Five,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
L. Decosne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roxy Music,
Absolute Body Control,
Amazonics,
The Slackers,
The Star Department,
Eric Copeland,
Erasure,
R.M.O.,
Terrestrial Tones,
Flash Fearless,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bronski Beat,
Don Cherry,
the Swans,
Niagra,
Dual Sessions,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fortunes,
New Age Steppers,
Jandek,
Mars,
Siglo XX,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Malaria!,
The Martian,
Gang Gang Dance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.