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 Liechtenstein 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 Funky Four + One to the techno 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Eli Mardock,
Judy Mowatt,
Amon Düül II,
OOIOO,
The Index,
Piero Umiliani,
Erykah Badu,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Vogues,
The Gladiators,
Boz Scaggs,
The Moleskins,
Brick,
John Cale,
the Sonics,
Terry Callier,
Bang On A Can,
X-102,
Niagra,
AZ,
The Leaves,
Scientists,
Girls At Our Best!,
Skarface,
T.S.O.L.,
Godley & Creme,
Radio Birdman,
The Fugs,
Flash Fearless,
Fad Gadget,
The Beau Brummels,
Rites of Spring,
Wire,
Sun Ra,
Minnie Riperton,
Cecil Taylor,
The Invisible,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
The Five Americans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Slick Rick,
Lou Christie,
Pylon,
Tears for Fears,
Funky Four + One,
Mr. Review,
Derrick May,
The Young Rascals,
Kerrie Biddell,
Josef K,
Sun City Girls,
The Music Machine,
Quadrant,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Coltrane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.