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 Israel and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Tubeway Army,
Make Up,
Juan Atkins,
Freddie Wadling,
Slave,
Susan Cadogan,
Angry Samoans,
La Düsseldorf,
Brothers Johnson,
Guru Guru,
Half Japanese,
Cymande,
Scion,
Heaven 17,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Trumans Water,
DNA,
June Days,
Tears for Fears,
Deepchord,
The Moleskins,
Hoover,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Red Krayola,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kaleidoscope,
Agent Orange,
Deakin,
Faraquet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Grass Roots,
PIL,
New Age Steppers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Amazonics,
Cluster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Sonics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crime,
Altered Images,
Leonard Cohen,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pere Ubu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Howard Jones,
The Neon Judgement,
John Coltrane,
Jerry's Kids,
The Busters,
The Golliwogs,
Chrome,
The Standells,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grey Daturas,
Lindisfarne,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.