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 United Kingdom and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Moby Grape,
Quando Quango,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Guru Guru,
Tim Buckley,
Marc Almond,
The Skatalites,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Blues Magoos,
Faraquet,
The Smiths,
Big Daddy Kane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Derrick Morgan,
Reagan Youth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fatback Band,
Don Cherry,
Whodini,
Audionom,
Pulsallama,
Sound Behaviour,
Joy Division,
Blancmange,
The J.B.'s,
Iggy Pop,
Robert Hood,
Excepter,
Severed Heads,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Siglo XX,
Swans,
Robert Wyatt,
Absolute Body Control,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Cale,
Minny Pops,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Monochrome Set,
Procol Harum,
Hot Snakes,
Alton Ellis,
Joe Smooth,
Cameo,
Livin' Joy,
Man Parrish,
Maleditus Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Flipper,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lindisfarne,
Terry Callier,
Oneida,
Sixth Finger,
The Durutti Column,
Massinfluence,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.