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 El Salvador and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Vladislav Delay to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Spandau Ballet,
Marvin Gaye,
Chrome,
Lyres,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tim Buckley,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cal Tjader,
Camouflage,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Todd Rundgren,
Scratch Acid,
Spoonie Gee,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ronan,
Pylon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Adolescents,
Ohio Players,
Robert Görl,
T.S.O.L.,
Arab on Radar,
U.S. Maple,
Cameo,
Lakeside,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Seeds,
Amon Düül II,
Absolute Body Control,
The Angels of Light,
Blake Baxter,
Skarface,
The Misunderstood,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soul II Soul,
New Order,
Simply Red,
Altered Images,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Max Romeo,
Nirvana,
Alphaville,
Jacques Brel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Trumans Water,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Litter,
Lightning Bolt,
Grandmaster Flash,
Vladislav Delay,
The Zeros,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Oneida,
The Buckinghams,
Visage,
Icehouse,
Sun Ra,
The Mojo Men,
The Motions,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.