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 Honduras 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fad Gadget to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Scratch Acid,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Slackers,
Can,
Oblivians,
Robert Wyatt,
Audionom,
Dark Day,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hashim,
The Last Poets,
Faust,
48th St. Collective,
Model 500,
Eric B and Rakim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Cale,
Agitation Free,
Leonard Cohen,
Goldenarms,
The Fall,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scott Walker,
Derrick Morgan,
Barbara Tucker,
Blossom Toes,
The Zeros,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gong,
The Pop Group,
Smog,
The Grass Roots,
Electric Prunes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Altered Images,
Anthony Braxton,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Knickerbockers,
Oneida,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Clear Light,
Agent Orange,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cramps,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Byron Stingily,
Sparks,
The Smiths,
Jerry Gold Smith,
E-Dancer,
Parry Music,
Buzzcocks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eli Mardock,
Juan Atkins,
Jawbox,
The Blackbyrds,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.