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 Comoros and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 Organ to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fugs,
Bill Near,
Harmonia,
Cybotron,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Smiths,
Simply Red,
Negative Approach,
Kenny Larkin,
The Saints,
Ludus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deadbeat,
Josef K,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Pus,
Agent Orange,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cramps,
Avey Tare,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minor Threat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kool Moe Dee,
Absolute Body Control,
Hot Snakes,
The Electric Prunes,
Alton Ellis,
Warsaw,
David Axelrod,
The Slits,
One Last Wish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Malaria!,
Stereo Dub,
Graham Central Station,
Sound Behaviour,
Lakeside,
Sight & Sound,
Faust,
Groovy Waters,
Mark Hollis,
The Techniques,
The Modern Lovers,
The Doors,
The United States of America,
Youth Brigade,
Janne Schatter,
the Sonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barry Ungar,
Roxette,
Angry Samoans,
Juan Atkins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Donny Hathaway,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camberwell Now,
The Mojo Men,
Y Pants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.