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 Hungary and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet 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 Faraquet to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Jacques Brel,
The Associates,
Sun Ra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Archie Shepp,
Man Parrish,
The Kinks,
The Selecter,
Nas,
Visage,
Carl Craig,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rod Modell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stereo Dub,
Harmonia,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Toasters,
Gang Green,
Barclay James Harvest,
Arcadia,
Pole,
The Move,
Saccharine Trust,
Hoover,
Fat Boys,
Crime,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bob Dylan,
Glenn Branca,
Bauhaus,
Pantaleimon,
Simply Red,
Derrick Morgan,
Erykah Badu,
Nik Kershaw,
Oblivians,
Bootsy Collins,
Absolute Body Control,
Section 25,
E-Dancer,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ornette Coleman,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eurythmics,
Heaven 17,
Ice-T,
The Shadows of Knight,
Make Up,
The Five Americans,
kango's stein massive,
Fad Gadget,
D'Angelo,
Max Romeo,
Matthew Bourne,
Marvin Gaye,
Das Ding,
Niagra,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.