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 the UAE and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum 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 La Düsseldorf to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fugs,
Qualms,
Index,
The Durutti Column,
This Heat,
Masters at Work,
Ossler,
The American Breed,
Andrew Hill,
Scratch Acid,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Reed,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gun Club,
Rhythm & Sound,
Al Stewart,
Crash Course in Science,
Chris Corsano,
Pharoah Sanders,
Royal Trux,
Television,
Godley & Creme,
The Smiths,
The J.B.'s,
The Young Rascals,
Sound Behaviour,
48th St. Collective,
Pagans,
The Zeros,
Wasted Youth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Byrd,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kurtis Blow,
The Five Americans,
Cluster,
The Seeds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tubeway Army,
Main Source,
Terry Callier,
Lebanon Hanover,
Anthony Braxton,
The Last Poets,
EPMD,
The Litter,
Blossom Toes,
The Martian,
Eli Mardock,
Marine Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
Rapeman,
The Human League,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flipper,
The Stooges,
Dorothy Ashby,
Severed Heads,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.