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 Mali and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba 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 Barry Ungar to the funk 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Q65,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Foxx,
Jandek,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Electric Prunes,
Con Funk Shun,
Ronnie Foster,
The Neon Judgement,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wally Richardson,
Can,
the Soft Cell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lakeside,
The Angels of Light,
E-Dancer,
Quadrant,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Offenders,
The Walker Brothers,
Jawbox,
Marc Almond,
Inner City,
Ten City,
Juan Atkins,
Matthew Halsall,
Animal Collective,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Icehouse,
Desert Stars,
Cluster,
Howard Jones,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tomorrow,
Fela Kuti,
The Cowsills,
Eurythmics,
Bill Near,
Second Layer,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cal Tjader,
Faraquet,
Alison Limerick,
Todd Rundgren,
The Dead C,
Rakim,
Reuben Wilson,
Jerry's Kids,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lee Hazlewood,
JFA,
Interpol,
Sarah Menescal,
Monks,
Suburban Knight,
The Residents,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Parry Music,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.