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 Burundi and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Tremeloes to the funk 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
10cc,
Joyce Sims,
Angry Samoans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang Green,
Mark Hollis,
F. McDonald,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lebanon Hanover,
Faraquet,
Oneida,
Cluster,
The Leaves,
Agitation Free,
Idris Muhammad,
Inner City,
T.S.O.L.,
Von Mondo,
Ludus,
Dawn Penn,
Leonard Cohen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cal Tjader,
Graham Central Station,
The Fortunes,
Lou Christie,
Ronan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ice-T,
Tom Boy,
Dark Day,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Shuggie Otis,
cv313,
Crime,
PIL,
Quantec,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Doors,
Buzzcocks,
X-Ray Spex,
The Dead C,
Skriet,
Howard Jones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soft Machine,
Little Man,
Underground Resistance,
Scrapy,
Talk Talk,
Supertramp,
FM Einheit,
Hoover,
Bauhaus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.