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 Paraguay and from London.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Electric Prunes to the dance 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
U.S. Maple,
Goldenarms,
Eric B and Rakim,
Organ,
Rites of Spring,
Grey Daturas,
ABBA,
Danielle Patucci,
Prince Buster,
The Vogues,
EPMD,
Eurythmics,
PIL,
Boz Scaggs,
Circle Jerks,
The Raincoats,
Rosa Yemen,
Jandek,
Kerri Chandler,
The Barracudas,
Soft Machine,
Blancmange,
Cybotron,
The Grass Roots,
Little Man,
The Seeds,
Harmonia,
Icehouse,
Amazonics,
Radio Birdman,
DNA,
Saccharine Trust,
Dennis Brown,
Nick Fraelich,
Jawbox,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Half Japanese,
R.M.O.,
Fluxion,
Neu!,
Unrelated Segments,
Donald Byrd,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pet Shop Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aloha Tigers,
Grauzone,
Slick Rick,
Silicon Teens,
Kaleidoscope,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ponytail,
Wasted Youth,
Camouflage,
The American Breed,
Make Up,
Niagra,
The Real Kids,
This Heat,
Gil Scott Heron,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.