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 Egypt and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Fuzztones to the electroclash 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
The Slackers,
Joey Negro,
Todd Terry,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultravox,
Cecil Taylor,
Quadrant,
Suburban Knight,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mad Mike,
Chrome,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Barracudas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tears for Fears,
The Cowsills,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nation of Ulysses,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Misunderstood,
The Fugs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Visage,
The Saints,
Vladislav Delay,
La Düsseldorf,
Kenny Larkin,
EPMD,
Piero Umiliani,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gladiators,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fuzztones,
Flash Fearless,
Leonard Cohen,
Popol Vuh,
Average White Band,
Schoolly D,
The Beau Brummels,
Chris Corsano,
Ken Boothe,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minny Pops,
Malaria!,
Soft Machine,
cv313,
Pantytec,
Derrick May,
Goldenarms,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fat Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Neon Judgement,
Arab on Radar,
48th St. Collective,
Angry Samoans,
Rosa Yemen,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun City Girls,
Lakeside,
ABBA,
L. Decosne,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.