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 Congo and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord 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 Barrington Levy to the rock 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Tremeloes,
Shoche,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Trumans Water,
Kenny Larkin,
Unrelated Segments,
Masters at Work,
Radio Birdman,
Sun City Girls,
Lindisfarne,
Sam Rivers,
Cameo,
Magazine,
Alphaville,
Ludus,
Qualms,
Cal Tjader,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marvin Gaye,
Bad Manners,
Au Pairs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Sound,
Marc Almond,
Anthony Braxton,
Rapeman,
Rod Modell,
The Slits,
Lou Christie,
Suicide,
Mantronix,
The Modern Lovers,
Amon Düül,
Radiohead,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fuzztones,
Sandy B,
Oneida,
Black Pus,
Siglo XX,
The Music Machine,
Howard Jones,
Grey Daturas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Archie Shepp,
Sight & Sound,
Fela Kuti,
Maurizio,
Lower 48,
Ponytail,
the Normal,
Tropical Tobacco,
PIL,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultravox,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mars,
the Soft Cell,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.