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 Vietnam and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
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 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the crunk 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Skarface,
Letta Mbulu,
Inner City,
The Electric Prunes,
Man Parrish,
Boredoms,
David Bowie,
Pussy Galore,
Ultra Naté,
the Association,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Procol Harum,
Country Joe & The Fish,
B.T. Express,
Lyres,
Hashim,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Golliwogs,
New York Dolls,
Blancmange,
Sight & Sound,
Bush Tetras,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minor Threat,
Deakin,
The Raincoats,
Aural Exciters,
Goldenarms,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bad Manners,
Jeff Mills,
Faraquet,
The Motions,
Idris Muhammad,
H. Thieme,
Wings,
Lower 48,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The New Christs,
E-Dancer,
The Grass Roots,
Vladislav Delay,
Marcia Griffiths,
Technova,
the Human League,
DNA,
Delta 5,
Skriet,
Roger Hodgson,
Wolf Eyes,
Darondo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Kinks,
John Holt,
June of 44,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Angry Samoans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.