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 Turkmenistan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Stooges to the rock 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Blossom Toes,
Michelle Simonal,
The Pop Group,
Dead Boys,
Roy Ayers,
Harmonia,
Depeche Mode,
Rod Modell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Second Layer,
Gabor Szabo,
Nils Olav,
the Bar-Kays,
The Motions,
Maurizio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minutemen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Radiohead,
Neu!,
Television,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eddi Front,
Organ,
Sällskapet,
The Smoke,
Japan,
The Techniques,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Robert Görl,
Al Stewart,
Chris Corsano,
Nik Kershaw,
KRS-One,
Kaleidoscope,
The Misunderstood,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rotary Connection,
La Düsseldorf,
Laurel Aitken,
Danielle Patucci,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stiv Bators,
Oblivians,
Stereo Dub,
Roxy Music,
Guru Guru,
Lower 48,
Jawbox,
Lyres,
Donald Byrd,
Ronnie Foster,
Soft Machine,
Con Funk Shun,
New York Dolls,
Saccharine Trust,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Funkadelic,
Sun Ra,
Young Marble Giants,
Freddie Wadling,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.