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 Italy and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Slick Rick to the funk 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Skatalites,
Gang Starr,
The Flesh Eaters,
The New Christs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Funkadelic,
Technova,
Albert Ayler,
Grandmaster Flash,
Absolute Body Control,
The Vogues,
Scientists,
Robert Görl,
Faraquet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ohio Players,
The Busters,
The Birthday Party,
Pussy Galore,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jandek,
Jimmy McGriff,
Chris & Cosey,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wally Richardson,
Harmonia,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Moleskins,
The Slits,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Slits,
Dead Boys,
Wire,
The Fire Engines,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pagans,
Bush Tetras,
Q and Not U,
Dual Sessions,
Pole,
Maurizio,
Anakelly,
The Count Five,
Angry Samoans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Moon,
Henry Cow,
Kurtis Blow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Stooges,
Tommy Roe,
Model 500,
Josef K,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Bananas,
Television Personalities,
Peter & Gordon,
Mars,
Erasure,
Smog,
Crooked Eye,
Flash Fearless,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.