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 Djibouti and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Lightning Bolt to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Bad Manners,
Clear Light,
kango's stein massive,
Infiniti,
The Fortunes,
Black Flag,
Deakin,
The Misunderstood,
Mo-Dettes,
Donald Byrd,
Symarip,
Babytalk,
The Fuzztones,
Bang On A Can,
Bill Near,
The Victims,
Skarface,
Minutemen,
Oneida,
Angry Samoans,
B.T. Express,
Arab on Radar,
Warren Ellis,
Fugazi,
Sugar Minott,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Procol Harum,
Mad Mike,
Jacques Brel,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Sherman,
EPMD,
These Immortal Souls,
Das Ding,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Guru Guru,
Ralphi Rosario,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Buckinghams,
Rhythm & Sound,
Negative Approach,
Black Sheep,
Mars,
The Residents,
Rekid,
Ronan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sister Nancy,
Sex Pistols,
Joensuu 1685,
Joey Negro,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Velvet Underground,
U.S. Maple,
Heaven 17,
Chris & Cosey,
Altered Images,
The Trojans,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.