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 Costa Rica and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Zapp to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
Unrelated Segments,
Sparks,
The Fugs,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fire Engines,
This Heat,
Gerry Rafferty,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Quando Quango,
Second Layer,
The Invisible,
David Bowie,
Anakelly,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Knickerbockers,
The Buckinghams,
Bob Dylan,
Slick Rick,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Amon Düül II,
Mandrill,
PIL,
Hardrive,
Jacob Miller,
The Seeds,
Bush Tetras,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lyres,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
10cc,
Monks,
Yazoo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Velvet Underground,
Isaac Hayes,
The Human League,
Agitation Free,
Minnie Riperton,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Organ,
Davy DMX,
Rakim,
Sarah Menescal,
Bootsy Collins,
The Trojans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Trumans Water,
Motorama,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Amazonics,
The Moleskins,
Yellowson,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.