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 Mauritania and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 Joey Negro to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Sparks,
James White and The Blacks,
Unwound,
Marc Almond,
Eric Copeland,
The Wake,
The Vogues,
48th St. Collective,
Black Moon,
Japan,
Ponytail,
Chrome,
Sun Ra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fugs,
Ossler,
Television Personalities,
Scratch Acid,
Pierre Henry,
Qualms,
The Searchers,
Barry Ungar,
Dawn Penn,
Agitation Free,
Clear Light,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Popol Vuh,
Eurythmics,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Human League,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gong,
MC5,
Ken Boothe,
The Index,
Prince Buster,
Nik Kershaw,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Severed Heads,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Radio Birdman,
Deepchord,
Lungfish,
Roxette,
Toni Rubio,
Wasted Youth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Metal Thangz,
Wings,
Zero Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nas,
Nirvana,
The Modern Lovers,
PIL,
Lakeside,
Cameo,
Byron Stingily,
Vladislav Delay,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.