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 Japan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the rhodes 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 the Germs to the crunk 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Electric Prunes,
Harry Pussy,
CMW,
Warren Ellis,
Parry Music,
Leonard Cohen,
Colin Newman,
Lou Reed,
Steve Hackett,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joe Smooth,
John Holt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fire Engines,
R.M.O.,
Peter & Gordon,
The Raincoats,
Cybotron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mantronix,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jandek,
The Five Americans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scion,
Zero Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Freddie Wadling,
Isaac Hayes,
Sonic Youth,
Tubeway Army,
Tomorrow,
Maleditus Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ralphi Rosario,
Loose Ends,
Suburban Knight,
Sixth Finger,
Lyres,
Q and Not U,
The American Breed,
D'Angelo,
Pierre Henry,
Traffic Nightmare,
KRS-One,
Stiv Bators,
Alton Ellis,
Rekid,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Vogues,
Brothers Johnson,
ABBA,
Byron Stingily,
Rites of Spring,
Nik Kershaw,
Y Pants,
Mandrill,
ABC,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lindisfarne,
John Foxx,
Alphaville,
Joensuu 1685,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.