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 Korea North and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Camberwell Now to the disco 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Dennis Brown,
Inner City,
Arab on Radar,
David McCallum,
Quadrant,
Kas Product,
Ice-T,
Bluetip,
Joe Smooth,
Goldenarms,
The Busters,
Roxette,
Bobby Byrd,
Piero Umiliani,
The Slits,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Real Kids,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dark Day,
The Fire Engines,
The New Christs,
The Golliwogs,
Royal Trux,
Swell Maps,
The Fortunes,
FM Einheit,
E-Dancer,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Leaves,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Funkadelic,
The Durutti Column,
Circle Jerks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dual Sessions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Suicide,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pagans,
The Dead C,
Alton Ellis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Coltrane,
Lou Christie,
Heaven 17,
Rod Modell,
the Bar-Kays,
Todd Rundgren,
Schoolly D,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lindisfarne,
Saccharine Trust,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Offenders,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.