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 Laos and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Loose Ends,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Michelle Simonal,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Golliwogs,
Malaria!,
CMW,
Big Daddy Kane,
Schoolly D,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joey Negro,
Chris & Cosey,
Letta Mbulu,
Groovy Waters,
Gang of Four,
Audionom,
Gastr Del Sol,
Danielle Patucci,
Masters at Work,
James White and The Blacks,
John Lydon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Whodini,
The Fuzztones,
Panda Bear,
Black Moon,
Dave Gahan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lyres,
The New Christs,
Fad Gadget,
the Fania All-Stars,
Underground Resistance,
Henry Cow,
Mo-Dettes,
Sight & Sound,
Index,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Red Krayola,
Tubeway Army,
John Foxx,
Subhumans,
Swans,
Peter & Gordon,
Robert Hood,
The Pretty Things,
the Normal,
Silicon Teens,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nick Fraelich,
This Heat,
Man Parrish,
Yellowson,
Eric Dolphy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minny Pops,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.