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 Libya and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the electroclash 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Normal,
Ohio Players,
Fad Gadget,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Seeds,
Dual Sessions,
Mr. Review,
The Barracudas,
Albert Ayler,
Gregory Isaacs,
Neu!,
Steve Hackett,
Quando Quango,
H. Thieme,
Derrick May,
Arcadia,
The Evens,
Los Fastidios,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Associates,
Erasure,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Duran Duran,
Gang Green,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Sherman,
Simply Red,
Moss Icon,
The Moody Blues,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Bananas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
David Bowie,
Marvin Gaye,
Godley & Creme,
Eric B and Rakim,
T. Rex,
Lindisfarne,
The Red Krayola,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Divine Comedy,
Aaron Thompson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scrapy,
Harmonia,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pantytec,
The Doobie Brothers,
Visage,
Iggy Pop,
Metal Thangz,
The Black Dice,
La Düsseldorf,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Victims,
The Grass Roots,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.