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 San Marino and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bootsy Collins to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Todd Rundgren,
The Vogues,
The Zeros,
Marc Almond,
Toni Rubio,
Eden Ahbez,
Grandmaster Flash,
Unrelated Segments,
Donny Hathaway,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Liliput,
Stockholm Monsters,
Zero Boys,
The Cowsills,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tres Demented,
The Dave Clark Five,
Interpol,
Marine Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Lungfish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Electric Prunes,
The Knickerbockers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tom Boy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Suburban Knight,
Janne Schatter,
Oneida,
Los Fastidios,
Massinfluence,
Cluster,
Jeff Lynne,
MC5,
Eric Dolphy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joey Negro,
Radiohead,
Barbara Tucker,
Television Personalities,
Scrapy,
Alton Ellis,
Juan Atkins,
Derrick May,
Faraquet,
The Names,
Godley & Creme,
Main Source,
kango's stein massive,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Motions,
Patti Smith,
Mark Hollis,
Television,
Joensuu 1685,
Grey Daturas,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.