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 Madagascar and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Aural Exciters to the grime 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
The Leaves,
Sun City Girls,
Wings,
Half Japanese,
Funky Four + One,
Kaleidoscope,
Sarah Menescal,
Jandek,
LL Cool J,
Lindisfarne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Offenders,
The Evens,
Aloha Tigers,
Arcadia,
Pere Ubu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
L. Decosne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
B.T. Express,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Suburban Knight,
the Germs,
Kas Product,
The Birthday Party,
Crash Course in Science,
JFA,
Can,
Lightning Bolt,
Connie Case,
Ossler,
Michelle Simonal,
The Blackbyrds,
Essential Logic,
Swans,
Flipper,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Misunderstood,
Supertramp,
Monks,
Fluxion,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stetsasonic,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Fania All-Stars,
cv313,
Magma,
Gichy Dan,
Cecil Taylor,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Lydon,
This Heat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tubeway Army,
Television Personalities,
Boogie Down Productions,
Flash Fearless,
Buzzcocks,
Thompson Twins,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.