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 Slovenia 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Circle Jerks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Ice-T,
Susan Cadogan,
Desert Stars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Vainqueur,
Fatback Band,
Oneida,
Scion,
Anthony Braxton,
kango's stein massive,
The Move,
E-Dancer,
Eddi Front,
Trumans Water,
Radio Birdman,
The Associates,
The Cure,
Gang Green,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fortunes,
Porter Ricks,
Los Fastidios,
Von Mondo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Absolute Body Control,
Bad Manners,
Animal Collective,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kerrie Biddell,
June Days,
The Electric Prunes,
Wolf Eyes,
the Swans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arab on Radar,
The Dave Clark Five,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grauzone,
T. Rex,
Josef K,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minnie Riperton,
Underground Resistance,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barbara Tucker,
Spandau Ballet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Robert Hood,
Mantronix,
Pantaleimon,
Oblivians,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wings,
The Residents,
Mars,
Warsaw,
Pagans,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.