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 Edmonton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 Faust to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Outsiders,
Eve St. Jones,
Bad Manners,
Jawbox,
Godley & Creme,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
Danielle Patucci,
Sonic Youth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Moody Blues,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Leaves,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gun Club,
Radiohead,
Fat Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Selecter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lower 48,
Magma,
Agent Orange,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deadbeat,
The Shadows of Knight,
Babytalk,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Junior Murvin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cluster,
Minny Pops,
Tim Buckley,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Pretty Things,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
LL Cool J,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lyres,
Interpol,
Animal Collective,
the Soft Cell,
Sight & Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
Don Cherry,
Peter & Gordon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Radio Birdman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Y Pants,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Donald Byrd,
Reagan Youth,
The Cure,
Lindisfarne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
OOIOO,
ABBA,
Joyce Sims,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.