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 Guinea and from Madrid.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 Graham Central Station to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Suburban Knight,
Graham Central Station,
John Lydon,
Maleditus Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Terrestrial Tones,
Newcleus,
Cecil Taylor,
The Moleskins,
Sparks,
Liliput,
Pantaleimon,
The Techniques,
Piero Umiliani,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Busters,
The Star Department,
Fugazi,
Brass Construction,
Radio Birdman,
The Fuzztones,
Lyres,
The Monochrome Set,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marc Almond,
The Black Dice,
Big Daddy Kane,
Patti Smith,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Funkadelic,
Joensuu 1685,
Agent Orange,
Sonic Youth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Model 500,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Simply Red,
Bobby Womack,
Morten Harket,
The Stooges,
Icehouse,
Country Joe & The Fish,
LL Cool J,
Magma,
Sam Rivers,
June Days,
Slave,
Grandmaster Flash,
T.S.O.L.,
Bad Manners,
Tubeway Army,
Q65,
Gang Gang Dance,
cv313,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Malaria!,
Easy Going,
Andrew Hill,
Banda Bassotti,
The Trojans,
Japan,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.