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 Maldives and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 Q65 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alison Limerick,
The Wake,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Boz Scaggs,
The Neon Judgement,
Fad Gadget,
ABBA,
Kool Moe Dee,
Don Cherry,
Niagra,
Jawbox,
Slave,
Wasted Youth,
Lee Hazlewood,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wally Richardson,
Marine Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
Negative Approach,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dawn Penn,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
L. Decosne,
AZ,
Babytalk,
The Names,
Jacob Miller,
Zero Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Underground Resistance,
Cybotron,
La Düsseldorf,
Pylon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
F. McDonald,
Unwound,
The Barracudas,
Derrick Morgan,
Crash Course in Science,
Talk Talk,
Amon Düül II,
Little Man,
Reuben Wilson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Skarface,
Severed Heads,
Letta Mbulu,
Cheater Slicks,
Massinfluence,
Funky Four + One,
Minnie Riperton,
Alphaville,
Young Marble Giants,
Henry Cow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Blossom Toes,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.