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 Angola and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 Chris & Cosey to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Sound Behaviour,
Scrapy,
the Slits,
Jeru the Damaja,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Maurizio,
Negative Approach,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mission of Burma,
Crash Course in Science,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pagans,
Mo-Dettes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tropical Tobacco,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sex Pistols,
Al Stewart,
Rosa Yemen,
Iggy Pop,
The United States of America,
The Names,
Newcleus,
Loose Ends,
Janne Schatter,
The Wake,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Icehouse,
Cybotron,
Marshall Jefferson,
Donny Hathaway,
Rapeman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quando Quango,
Harmonia,
Andrew Hill,
Smog,
Maleditus Sound,
Skarface,
Skaos,
Soft Cell,
Parry Music,
48th St. Collective,
The American Breed,
Colin Newman,
The Mummies,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Erykah Badu,
Joey Negro,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Unrelated Segments,
Kerri Chandler,
Cameo,
Ohio Players,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jandek,
Roxy Music,
Letta Mbulu,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.