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 Zambia and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Porter Ricks to the punk 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Leonard Cohen,
Gong,
Television Personalities,
Matthew Bourne,
Judy Mowatt,
Pole,
Godley & Creme,
This Heat,
Robert Hood,
Skarface,
Depeche Mode,
The J.B.'s,
Alphaville,
Black Flag,
Yusef Lateef,
Fela Kuti,
June of 44,
Barrington Levy,
Derrick May,
Tres Demented,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Moleskins,
Buzzcocks,
cv313,
Thee Headcoats,
Slave,
Minny Pops,
Brass Construction,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Moon,
Kas Product,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bill Near,
Tears for Fears,
Scott Walker,
Byron Stingily,
Urselle,
Hashim,
The Associates,
Susan Cadogan,
LL Cool J,
Warsaw,
Fat Boys,
The Toasters,
Wire,
Nick Fraelich,
Niagra,
Joe Smooth,
One Last Wish,
Skaos,
Electric Prunes,
Severed Heads,
Black Pus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Andrew Hill,
Desert Stars,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.