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 Ivory Coast and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
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 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 Hot Snakes to the rock 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Das Ding,
Marvin Gaye,
The Wake,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Searchers,
Goldenarms,
Guru Guru,
Nick Fraelich,
The United States of America,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
China Crisis,
Excepter,
These Immortal Souls,
Arab on Radar,
Circle Jerks,
Whodini,
Fela Kuti,
Babytalk,
Joe Finger,
Cluster,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Real Kids,
The Zeros,
Thompson Twins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bad Manners,
Boredoms,
Main Source,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eric Copeland,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Index,
Hasil Adkins,
Neu!,
Matthew Halsall,
The Divine Comedy,
Lower 48,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Television Personalities,
Black Pus,
Loose Ends,
Soft Cell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cecil Taylor,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Harry Pussy,
Faraquet,
Adolescents,
Terry Callier,
Fad Gadget,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Flash Fearless,
Laurel Aitken,
Scan 7,
Bauhaus,
Niagra,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.