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 Saudi Arabia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Michael McDonald 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the dance 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Ossler,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Theoretical Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
Dave Gahan,
Los Fastidios,
Panda Bear,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scientists,
The Electric Prunes,
Nils Olav,
Scratch Acid,
Sixth Finger,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Cale,
Ice-T,
Anthony Braxton,
Cal Tjader,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Half Japanese,
Wasted Youth,
Arthur Verocai,
James White and The Blacks,
The Sound,
Aswad,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Bar-Kays,
Cluster,
Marvin Gaye,
cv313,
Agitation Free,
Brothers Johnson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Television Personalities,
Monks,
Magazine,
Fad Gadget,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lyres,
Organ,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tomorrow,
Roger Hodgson,
Nick Fraelich,
K-Klass,
Underground Resistance,
Scott Walker,
The Blackbyrds,
The Walker Brothers,
Minny Pops,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Move,
Fat Boys,
Amon Düül,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Mojo Men,
Rapeman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Visage,
Goldenarms,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.