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 Pakistan and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 This Heat to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Organ,
Johnny Osbourne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
KRS-One,
UT,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Doors,
Sixth Finger,
Hot Snakes,
the Slits,
Negative Approach,
Amon Düül II,
Faust,
Nils Olav,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Flash Fearless,
Slave,
Carl Craig,
The Happenings,
Model 500,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marmalade,
a-ha,
New Age Steppers,
Ituana,
The Victims,
Joyce Sims,
Jandek,
Neil Young,
Neu!,
Quantec,
Jerry's Kids,
Crash Course in Science,
Mary Jane Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Radiopuhelimet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
LL Cool J,
Spoonie Gee,
Vainqueur,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lyres,
Supertramp,
Crooked Eye,
Ponytail,
Ossler,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mighty Diamonds,
PIL,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bad Manners,
Alphaville,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.