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 Congo and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dark Day to the jazz 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Goldenarms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Robert Görl,
Rites of Spring,
Maleditus Sound,
Byron Stingily,
Rod Modell,
DJ Sneak,
Shoche,
Terry Callier,
Deepchord,
Black Flag,
Sam Rivers,
The Offenders,
Lyres,
Man Parrish,
Cybotron,
Tubeway Army,
Althea and Donna,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Holt,
Ponytail,
Max Romeo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Amon Düül,
ABBA,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Womack,
Television,
Funky Four + One,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
X-101,
Eric Dolphy,
One Last Wish,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Smiths,
Franke,
Bronski Beat,
Bob Dylan,
The Cowsills,
The Dead C,
Swans,
Arcadia,
Stiv Bators,
Severed Heads,
Lalann,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minutemen,
Tom Boy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moss Icon,
Hasil Adkins,
James White and The Blacks,
The Zeros,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.