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 Sudan and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 Don Cherry to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Visage,
Nation of Ulysses,
Terry Callier,
Buzzcocks,
Theoretical Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Junior Murvin,
The Searchers,
Lucky Dragons,
OOIOO,
Can,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Funky Four + One,
Neil Young,
The Residents,
Pierre Henry,
Nico,
Jacob Miller,
Absolute Body Control,
Funkadelic,
Accadde A,
Von Mondo,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Buckinghams,
The Neon Judgement,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Chris & Cosey,
The Seeds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wings,
Ponytail,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Victims,
The Move,
The Angels of Light,
Silicon Teens,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fire Engines,
The Golliwogs,
Lakeside,
Motorama,
Guru Guru,
The Martian,
David Axelrod,
Duran Duran,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Mummies,
The Doors,
Dead Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fatback Band,
Charles Mingus,
Black Bananas,
Rosa Yemen,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.