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 Andorra and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Moby Grape to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crooked Eye,
Fat Boys,
Todd Terry,
Tomorrow,
John Holt,
Massinfluence,
Underground Resistance,
Fela Kuti,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Icehouse,
The Gap Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Swell Maps,
Wings,
Porter Ricks,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Associates,
China Crisis,
Nas,
Sugar Minott,
Ultravox,
Sandy B,
Gregory Isaacs,
Buzzcocks,
Sam Rivers,
Electric Prunes,
Jeff Mills,
Amazonics,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Loose Ends,
Jerry's Kids,
Grey Daturas,
Index,
Black Pus,
Hoover,
Alton Ellis,
Eurythmics,
Mr. Review,
Qualms,
The Offenders,
CMW,
Tres Demented,
Barrington Levy,
Matthew Bourne,
The Neon Judgement,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Toasters,
Thompson Twins,
Barry Ungar,
Wolf Eyes,
The Dirtbombs,
Blake Baxter,
This Heat,
Johnny Clarke,
Pantytec,
The Fugs,
Yazoo,
Jacob Miller,
Vainqueur,
Michelle Simonal,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.