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 Guinea-Bissau and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin 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 Flamin' Groovies to the techno 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mantronix,
Brick,
Masters at Work,
Scott Walker,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joey Negro,
Ken Boothe,
Surgeon,
Von Mondo,
Arthur Verocai,
Tomorrow,
Ten City,
Black Sheep,
Angry Samoans,
Lindisfarne,
Radio Birdman,
Todd Rundgren,
Hardrive,
Ohio Players,
Boz Scaggs,
Faust,
The Angels of Light,
The Moleskins,
Bob Dylan,
Dennis Brown,
Excepter,
Glenn Branca,
Henry Cow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Fania All-Stars,
Leonard Cohen,
Marvin Gaye,
Scion,
Dead Boys,
The Skatalites,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vainqueur,
Malaria!,
Glambeats Corp.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gichy Dan,
The Count Five,
The Invisible,
Talk Talk,
the Germs,
The Dirtbombs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Byrd,
Crime,
ABBA,
Wally Richardson,
The Monks,
Sun Ra,
The Slackers,
Albert Ayler,
Deepchord,
Anthony Braxton,
Mars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.