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 Afghanistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 X-102 to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Dave Clark Five,
MC5,
Desert Stars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Blancmange,
Infiniti,
The Gun Club,
The Grass Roots,
Scion,
Lightning Bolt,
Eve St. Jones,
Stiv Bators,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Altered Images,
Danielle Patucci,
The Smoke,
Hardrive,
Idris Muhammad,
Gichy Dan,
Ronnie Foster,
The American Breed,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nation of Ulysses,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Germs,
Juan Atkins,
Ohio Players,
Colin Newman,
Basic Channel,
Rotary Connection,
Masters at Work,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Pus,
The Kinks,
Bauhaus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Boz Scaggs,
Camberwell Now,
Black Flag,
LL Cool J,
Godley & Creme,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Associates,
Interpol,
Faraquet,
the Swans,
The Litter,
Sonic Youth,
Kayak,
John Cale,
Essential Logic,
Mad Mike,
Royal Trux,
Reuben Wilson,
Freddie Wadling,
Buzzcocks,
Loose Ends,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.