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 Samoa and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Holger Czukay 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 Kerri Chandler 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
The Pop Group,
The Young Rascals,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Shadows of Knight,
Angry Samoans,
Rhythm & Sound,
KRS-One,
Boz Scaggs,
Rekid,
Adolescents,
Swans,
Ponytail,
Boogie Down Productions,
Can,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kenny Larkin,
Hoover,
Shoche,
The Durutti Column,
Country Joe & The Fish,
David Axelrod,
Wolf Eyes,
Accadde A,
Glenn Branca,
New Order,
Lower 48,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fortunes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tommy Roe,
EPMD,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kaleidoscope,
Lucky Dragons,
Surgeon,
Slave,
Circle Jerks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Alarm Clocks,
Schoolly D,
Yazoo,
The Gun Club,
Jacques Brel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yusef Lateef,
Flamin' Groovies,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amon Düül,
Dual Sessions,
Qualms,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eurythmics,
Pantytec,
Neil Young,
Black Flag,
Eli Mardock,
The Busters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mars,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.