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 Greece and from Beijing.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Lalo Schifrin to the punk 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Misunderstood,
The Tremeloes,
Jeff Lynne,
Delta 5,
Crooked Eye,
Cameo,
Colin Newman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
New York Dolls,
Japan,
Brothers Johnson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joe Finger,
Crime,
Aswad,
Roxy Music,
Ponytail,
Monks,
Joey Negro,
Make Up,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mo-Dettes,
Symarip,
Scott Walker,
Ludus,
Rites of Spring,
Bob Dylan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dave Gahan,
Brass Construction,
Agent Orange,
The Names,
Sight & Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Schoolly D,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kas Product,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
The Offenders,
New Order,
Bang On A Can,
Janne Schatter,
Cymande,
Arab on Radar,
Vainqueur,
Reuben Wilson,
Goldenarms,
Kenny Larkin,
D'Angelo,
John Lydon,
Funky Four + One,
Essential Logic,
Jacques Brel,
the Human League,
Amon Düül II,
Radiohead,
The Gladiators,
Jacob Miller,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.