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 San Marino and from Houston.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 John Coltrane to the dance 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
The Smoke,
Patti Smith,
the Normal,
The Trojans,
OOIOO,
The Fall,
Monks,
Ossler,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Glenn Branca,
Aural Exciters,
The Searchers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ohio Players,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jesper Dahlback,
Audionom,
Ituana,
Eve St. Jones,
Eric Copeland,
Jeru the Damaja,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Zeros,
Bronski Beat,
Sällskapet,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultravox,
The Index,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Standells,
Gang Starr,
Yaz,
World's Most,
Dual Sessions,
Procol Harum,
The Human League,
Jandek,
Joe Smooth,
Quadrant,
R.M.O.,
The Blues Magoos,
Blake Baxter,
Oneida,
Bang On A Can,
Harmonia,
June of 44,
Derrick May,
Ponytail,
Desert Stars,
Aswad,
Gabor Szabo,
Babytalk,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Boz Scaggs,
T.S.O.L.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Throbbing Gristle,
Magma,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.