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 Malawi and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Magma to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Harry Pussy,
The Techniques,
Technova,
K-Klass,
Country Teasers,
Gang of Four,
CMW,
The Selecter,
Mark Hollis,
Jandek,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter and Kerry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Main Source,
The Red Krayola,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nick Fraelich,
Flipper,
Shuggie Otis,
Jawbox,
Aural Exciters,
Das Ding,
Faust,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Motorama,
The Angels of Light,
Lalo Schifrin,
Unwound,
Harpers Bizarre,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
LL Cool J,
Joe Finger,
Guru Guru,
Sun City Girls,
OOIOO,
The Neon Judgement,
Danielle Patucci,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tomorrow,
Yellowson,
Avey Tare,
Radiohead,
John Cale,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joy Division,
Lower 48,
Blossom Toes,
Ten City,
Kerrie Biddell,
Simply Red,
JFA,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Christie,
Gregory Isaacs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sonic Youth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Whodini,
Wire,
Infiniti,
AZ,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.