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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sonic Youth to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Donald Byrd,
Urselle,
Lalann,
The Wake,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Last Poets,
Qualms,
Sonic Youth,
Cluster,
Parry Music,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Quando Quango,
Tomorrow,
Basic Channel,
Skaos,
Depeche Mode,
Terry Callier,
In Retrospect,
Porter Ricks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Five Americans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Sherman,
Average White Band,
Neu!,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Robert Wyatt,
Tubeway Army,
AZ,
Echospace,
Josef K,
X-101,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joy Division,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Move,
Yellowson,
The Grass Roots,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Vladislav Delay,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Sheep,
The Kinks,
Kas Product,
Supertramp,
Ornette Coleman,
Dennis Brown,
Kayak,
Camberwell Now,
Franke,
Nils Olav,
Bill Wells,
the Germs,
Pussy Galore,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Warren Ellis,
E-Dancer,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.