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 Botswana and from Philadelphia.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 UT to the funk 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
X-102,
Wings,
Pulsallama,
The Buckinghams,
Simply Red,
Boredoms,
Yusef Lateef,
Carl Craig,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David Bowie,
kango's stein massive,
Lalann,
Joey Negro,
Marvin Gaye,
Soft Machine,
Davy DMX,
Qualms,
Vladislav Delay,
Accadde A,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Womack,
The Fugs,
Pierre Henry,
Clear Light,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alphaville,
Lou Reed,
The Offenders,
Sun City Girls,
Black Bananas,
Robert Hood,
Derrick Morgan,
Kayak,
Byron Stingily,
Massinfluence,
Loose Ends,
Graham Central Station,
Crash Course in Science,
Sugar Minott,
Barbara Tucker,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cramps,
Roger Hodgson,
The New Christs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rotary Connection,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lower 48,
Model 500,
Anthony Braxton,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Litter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Delta 5,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.