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 Dominican Republic and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 The New Christs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Half Japanese,
Harry Pussy,
Todd Terry,
Deakin,
The Raincoats,
Man Parrish,
Bad Manners,
Skarface,
Blossom Toes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Five Americans,
Mad Mike,
Marshall Jefferson,
Anakelly,
Radiohead,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Shoche,
Aural Exciters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Seeds,
The Detroit Cobras,
Electric Prunes,
Brand Nubian,
The Offenders,
Gang Starr,
The Cowsills,
Suburban Knight,
Derrick May,
F. McDonald,
Gregory Isaacs,
Byron Stingily,
The Angels of Light,
Minutemen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Country Teasers,
Kas Product,
Ten City,
David McCallum,
Bauhaus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Zero Boys,
The Cure,
Traffic Nightmare,
Slick Rick,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fat Boys,
Joey Negro,
The United States of America,
Royal Trux,
Delta 5,
Sister Nancy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
B.T. Express,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rites of Spring,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thompson Twins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Skriet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.