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 Chad and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Black Dice to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pulsallama,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Funkadelic,
Hot Snakes,
Chris Corsano,
Faust,
Youth Brigade,
Glambeats Corp.,
Blake Baxter,
Wolf Eyes,
Scratch Acid,
Dave Gahan,
The Selecter,
Lungfish,
Nas,
Pole,
Smog,
Lou Reed,
Malaria!,
Duran Duran,
Sex Pistols,
Half Japanese,
The Real Kids,
Barrington Levy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Niagra,
Essential Logic,
Lower 48,
Ornette Coleman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Invisible,
R.M.O.,
The Searchers,
Cal Tjader,
The Angels of Light,
Index,
Newcleus,
Ohio Players,
The Mummies,
Adolescents,
Erasure,
The Gories,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crime,
Albert Ayler,
The Beau Brummels,
Y Pants,
The Evens,
Joyce Sims,
Unwound,
Cameo,
Lindisfarne,
The Move,
La Düsseldorf,
Curtis Mayfield,
Moebius,
D'Angelo,
Young Marble Giants,
Max Romeo,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.