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 Monaco and from Lille.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the grunge 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
The Count Five,
L. Decosne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eve St. Jones,
The Knickerbockers,
The Associates,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Donald Byrd,
Blossom Toes,
The Raincoats,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nils Olav,
Slave,
Ronan,
New Order,
The Monochrome Set,
The New Christs,
Model 500,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Womack,
Whodini,
Joe Smooth,
China Crisis,
Crash Course in Science,
Dawn Penn,
The Motions,
The Fortunes,
Eric Dolphy,
The Kinks,
The Evens,
John Foxx,
David McCallum,
Sex Pistols,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pylon,
Peter & Gordon,
Bill Near,
Radiohead,
Zapp,
Mark Hollis,
The Real Kids,
Wasted Youth,
Agent Orange,
Nick Fraelich,
KRS-One,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Accadde A,
Shoche,
Essential Logic,
Monks,
Mo-Dettes,
Man Parrish,
Suburban Knight,
Roxy Music,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scratch Acid,
Al Stewart,
Scan 7,
Danielle Patucci,
Terrestrial Tones,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.