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 Panama and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Albert Ayler to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
David Bowie,
Icehouse,
The Slits,
The Offenders,
H. Thieme,
Sound Behaviour,
The Beau Brummels,
Symarip,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brothers Johnson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Supertramp,
Kaleidoscope,
Mandrill,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gories,
Altered Images,
Agitation Free,
Procol Harum,
Gang Gang Dance,
Anthony Braxton,
Arcadia,
the Association,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Interpol,
Rufus Thomas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fugazi,
Hot Snakes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Simply Red,
Joensuu 1685,
Pussy Galore,
Bluetip,
Morten Harket,
Black Moon,
Severed Heads,
Terry Callier,
Chrome,
Piero Umiliani,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lalo Schifrin,
Schoolly D,
PIL,
The Mummies,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fortunes,
Visage,
John Foxx,
Godley & Creme,
Albert Ayler,
Byron Stingily,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gap Band,
10cc,
David McCallum,
Ronnie Foster,
Stereo Dub,
Rhythm & Sound,
Los Fastidios,
Soft Machine,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.