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 Liberia and from Manchester.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
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 sitar 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 X-101 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
New Order,
The Fall,
X-Ray Spex,
Grey Daturas,
Rites of Spring,
Chrome,
Stetsasonic,
Matthew Bourne,
The United States of America,
Black Bananas,
Jerry's Kids,
a-ha,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
UT,
Dual Sessions,
The Red Krayola,
The Last Poets,
Soft Cell,
Bauhaus,
Sister Nancy,
Severed Heads,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dead Boys,
Dave Gahan,
Scratch Acid,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric Copeland,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Inner City,
Henry Cow,
Rod Modell,
Zero Boys,
The Slackers,
Althea and Donna,
Minny Pops,
The Moody Blues,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lucky Dragons,
Royal Trux,
Joyce Sims,
Jacob Miller,
Minor Threat,
Mars,
The Invisible,
Piero Umiliani,
Skarface,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fugs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sun City Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
The Mummies,
Whodini,
Sandy B,
Sarah Menescal,
Mad Mike,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.