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 Ethiopia and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Isaac Hayes,
Susan Cadogan,
Aaron Thompson,
Rotary Connection,
Scion,
The Evens,
Pierre Henry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Last Poets,
Desert Stars,
Derrick Morgan,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rod Modell,
DNA,
Black Bananas,
Aloha Tigers,
Royal Trux,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Guru Guru,
Ituana,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Shoche,
Lower 48,
This Heat,
Qualms,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Andrew Hill,
The Saints,
Tommy Roe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
June Days,
Tears for Fears,
Althea and Donna,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Stooges,
Basic Channel,
Lungfish,
Supertramp,
Arcadia,
Theoretical Girls,
Amazonics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Massinfluence,
The Gladiators,
Bush Tetras,
Rosa Yemen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Lydon,
Zero Boys,
Maurizio,
Minutemen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Raincoats,
Ultravox,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soft Machine,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.