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 East Timor and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 Smoke to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marine Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
Smog,
The Dirtbombs,
Freddie Wadling,
The Pop Group,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kaleidoscope,
Zapp,
The Trojans,
Banda Bassotti,
The Seeds,
Archie Shepp,
Reagan Youth,
Mandrill,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marmalade,
Erykah Badu,
Underground Resistance,
Gong,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pere Ubu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Sheep,
Massinfluence,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barbara Tucker,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mummies,
Liliput,
Roxy Music,
The Fuzztones,
Warren Ellis,
Quando Quango,
Stetsasonic,
Danielle Patucci,
Eric Dolphy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Arthur Verocai,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Chrome,
UT,
Carl Craig,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cymande,
Section 25,
Wings,
Fluxion,
Young Marble Giants,
R.M.O.,
Sällskapet,
Hashim,
Groovy Waters,
Sugar Minott,
Rotary Connection,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.