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 Macedonia and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 Pierre Henry to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Unwound,
The Trojans,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Sonics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Pus,
Cameo,
Scientists,
Youth Brigade,
Maleditus Sound,
Porter Ricks,
MDC,
Steve Hackett,
The Slits,
PIL,
Siglo XX,
Average White Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lightning Bolt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Smiths,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hot Snakes,
Malaria!,
The Gladiators,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minnie Riperton,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Japan,
Dead Boys,
The Saints,
Young Marble Giants,
The Invisible,
Dave Gahan,
World's Most,
Visage,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jeff Mills,
Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick May,
Bootsy Collins,
Ohio Players,
Don Cherry,
Magazine,
Nik Kershaw,
Funky Four + One,
The Grass Roots,
Anakelly,
Stereo Dub,
Masters at Work,
X-102,
Cluster,
Metal Thangz,
The Fuzztones,
Marc Almond,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Arthur Verocai,
Interpol,
Frankie Knuckles,
Duran Duran,
LL Cool J,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.