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 Nepal and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Metal Thangz to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
H. Thieme,
Junior Murvin,
The Slackers,
Vladislav Delay,
Scan 7,
Eddi Front,
Malaria!,
Throbbing Gristle,
Matthew Halsall,
Letta Mbulu,
Livin' Joy,
The Barracudas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Trumans Water,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Basic Channel,
Tom Boy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fuzztones,
Deakin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Robert Hood,
Marc Almond,
Arthur Verocai,
Mr. Review,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brothers Johnson,
Moby Grape,
The Dead C,
F. McDonald,
Con Funk Shun,
Harmonia,
Ice-T,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gories,
Lyres,
Rotary Connection,
Pharoah Sanders,
Harpers Bizarre,
Thee Headcoats,
June Days,
Bobby Sherman,
DJ Style,
Yellowson,
The Count Five,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Flipper,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Lydon,
Interpol,
Ronan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Slave,
Clear Light,
The Mojo Men,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eli Mardock,
Crooked Eye,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.