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 Zambia and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Lou Reed 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 Albert Ayler to the dance 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Subhumans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ronnie Foster,
Masters at Work,
Shoche,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alison Limerick,
The Last Poets,
Jerry's Kids,
Negative Approach,
Soft Cell,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Bananas,
Television Personalities,
Donny Hathaway,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Slits,
Neil Young,
Unrelated Segments,
Bizarre Inc.,
Derrick Morgan,
The United States of America,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Womack,
The Red Krayola,
Marmalade,
the Sonics,
Kas Product,
The Electric Prunes,
Tim Buckley,
Model 500,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cramps,
Anakelly,
The Busters,
kango's stein massive,
the Bar-Kays,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deadbeat,
Amon Düül II,
The Moleskins,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Angels of Light,
DJ Style,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tomorrow,
The Birthday Party,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eddi Front,
David Bowie,
Throbbing Gristle,
Angry Samoans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gong,
The Evens,
The Leaves,
Stereo Dub,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.