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 Honduras and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 Wolf Eyes to the funk 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
John Coltrane,
Derrick May,
Dead Boys,
Chris Corsano,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Blackbyrds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Neu!,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Inner City,
Joyce Sims,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dennis Brown,
The Last Poets,
Aloha Tigers,
DNA,
One Last Wish,
MC5,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cymande,
Suburban Knight,
Moss Icon,
Young Marble Giants,
H. Thieme,
Eddi Front,
Mad Mike,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Steve Hackett,
Robert Görl,
T.S.O.L.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Traffic Nightmare,
Index,
Aswad,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Saints,
Nirvana,
The Neon Judgement,
The Star Department,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cheater Slicks,
Clear Light,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeff Lynne,
Tom Boy,
Lindisfarne,
Morten Harket,
Los Fastidios,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bill Wells,
Moebius,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Franke,
Pylon,
L. Decosne,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.