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 Netherlands and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Dawn Penn to the techno 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Maurizio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Moleskins,
Amon Düül,
Archie Shepp,
Stiv Bators,
Black Bananas,
Pussy Galore,
Deadbeat,
Sandy B,
New Age Steppers,
Echospace,
Angry Samoans,
Alison Limerick,
The Slackers,
Camouflage,
Whodini,
Chris Corsano,
Surgeon,
Darondo,
Magma,
Royal Trux,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Zeros,
Cheater Slicks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Erykah Badu,
U.S. Maple,
Maleditus Sound,
Model 500,
Clear Light,
Scientists,
Kaleidoscope,
Fat Boys,
John Holt,
Scion,
Juan Atkins,
Marvin Gaye,
Rapeman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rekid,
Sun Ra,
Slave,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cameo,
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Fania All-Stars,
Prince Buster,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ornette Coleman,
Boz Scaggs,
The Last Poets,
Zapp,
Rotary Connection,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.