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 Comoros and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 Mark Hollis to the rock 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Circle Jerks,
The Dirtbombs,
Lightning Bolt,
Supertramp,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Monolake,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Reed,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Modern Lovers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jacob Miller,
Fat Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Christie,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Danielle Patucci,
Country Teasers,
Pantaleimon,
Dawn Penn,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
David Bowie,
The Leaves,
Gong,
Alton Ellis,
The Names,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crash Course in Science,
The Monochrome Set,
Pantytec,
Nirvana,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Blackbyrds,
Tom Boy,
Todd Terry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Skaos,
Wire,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
U.S. Maple,
Pussy Galore,
Kaleidoscope,
Outsiders,
Bill Wells,
Intrusion,
Glenn Branca,
The Smiths,
Bobby Sherman,
Royal Trux,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kas Product,
New York Dolls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Warren Ellis,
The Searchers,
Main Source,
Zero Boys,
The Birthday Party,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.