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 Lithuania 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba 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 DNA to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dave Gahan,
Quando Quango,
Simply Red,
Bobby Womack,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rufus Thomas,
Jawbox,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dark Day,
Japan,
Ornette Coleman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Monochrome Set,
The Durutti Column,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fortunes,
Whodini,
Average White Band,
Gang Starr,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Qualms,
Graham Central Station,
Index,
Wally Richardson,
Erasure,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sällskapet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Franke,
Robert Hood,
Bang On A Can,
The Modern Lovers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Peter and Kerry,
10cc,
Radio Birdman,
Joe Smooth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Vladislav Delay,
Aaron Thompson,
Duran Duran,
Marvin Gaye,
48th St. Collective,
Fear,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lakeside,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Boredoms,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scratch Acid,
Boogie Down Productions,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.