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 the UAE and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 In Retrospect to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Barrington Levy,
Boredoms,
Glenn Branca,
K-Klass,
Rapeman,
The Cramps,
Ludus,
Maleditus Sound,
The Pop Group,
Warren Ellis,
The Leaves,
The Victims,
Roxette,
Darondo,
Dark Day,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sandy B,
Minnie Riperton,
Depeche Mode,
Television,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Absolute Body Control,
Saccharine Trust,
Sight & Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
Anakelly,
Scientists,
Rufus Thomas,
Tubeway Army,
The Martian,
The Cure,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Section 25,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eddi Front,
Radio Birdman,
Thompson Twins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harmonia,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barbara Tucker,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Television Personalities,
Cheater Slicks,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Steve Hackett,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alison Limerick,
KRS-One,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hasil Adkins,
Scratch Acid,
The Index,
Connie Case,
Flash Fearless,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ponytail,
FM Einheit,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.