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 Syria and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Livin' Joy,
The Kinks,
The Trojans,
Quando Quango,
Kas Product,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang Starr,
Fat Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
Yellowson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Donald Byrd,
the Germs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Easy Going,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
PIL,
The Litter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eddi Front,
Negative Approach,
The Gun Club,
Infiniti,
Porter Ricks,
Dead Boys,
Gang Green,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultravox,
The Star Department,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Moon,
Bad Manners,
10cc,
Gang of Four,
Panda Bear,
Sam Rivers,
Yusef Lateef,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Agitation Free,
Second Layer,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Music Machine,
Radiohead,
Sun Ra,
Thompson Twins,
Joe Smooth,
Pere Ubu,
Young Marble Giants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crash Course in Science,
Pussy Galore,
Minutemen,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Electric Prunes,
ABBA,
Nils Olav,
Mary Jane Girls,
Outsiders,
David Axelrod,
Ossler,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.