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 Serbia and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New Age Steppers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
OOIOO,
Swans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Saccharine Trust,
Lindisfarne,
The Grass Roots,
Tomorrow,
Sällskapet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Altered Images,
Eddi Front,
Rapeman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yusef Lateef,
Amon Düül II,
The Cure,
Reuben Wilson,
Nas,
John Coltrane,
Country Teasers,
Spoonie Gee,
Mark Hollis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brick,
Johnny Clarke,
kango's stein massive,
Sixth Finger,
Arthur Verocai,
The Victims,
Q65,
Thompson Twins,
The Motions,
Second Layer,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Henry Cow,
Aswad,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Boz Scaggs,
Liliput,
Eve St. Jones,
The Residents,
Groovy Waters,
The Pretty Things,
Franke,
Slave,
Jawbox,
The Dead C,
Television Personalities,
Echospace,
This Heat,
PIL,
the Sonics,
Animal Collective,
The Associates,
Barrington Levy,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.