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 New Zealand and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 Ronnie Foster to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
K-Klass,
Danielle Patucci,
DNA,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cameo,
Ituana,
Kenny Larkin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Technova,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Drexciya,
Bob Dylan,
Chrome,
Gong,
Ossler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Livin' Joy,
Hashim,
June Days,
Lower 48,
Mad Mike,
Schoolly D,
the Slits,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Matthew Bourne,
Sonic Youth,
The Pretty Things,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lakeside,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jacques Brel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Lydon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Skarface,
Pagans,
Dennis Brown,
Radiohead,
The Zeros,
Loose Ends,
Franke,
Vladislav Delay,
Pantytec,
JFA,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Delta 5,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Coltrane,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Starr,
Quando Quango,
The Happenings,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Oblivians,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.