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 Argentina and from Glasgow.
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 Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer 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 Ossler to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Warsaw,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Sonics,
Sex Pistols,
Skriet,
Suicide,
Flamin' Groovies,
Amazonics,
T.S.O.L.,
Althea and Donna,
Massinfluence,
Stiv Bators,
Oblivians,
Bauhaus,
DJ Style,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
James White and The Blacks,
Nas,
Bill Wells,
Parry Music,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fad Gadget,
The Human League,
Deepchord,
Davy DMX,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rekid,
The Happenings,
Scott Walker,
John Coltrane,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Lydon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Doors,
Aural Exciters,
Outsiders,
Banda Bassotti,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gun Club,
This Heat,
Slick Rick,
The Velvet Underground,
Drexciya,
Crooked Eye,
The Gap Band,
New Order,
The Beau Brummels,
Magma,
Pantytec,
Sun City Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
Robert Görl,
Deakin,
Smog,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.