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 Israel and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Howard Jones,
Barrington Levy,
Cecil Taylor,
The Knickerbockers,
Los Fastidios,
Amon Düül II,
The Sonics,
Rod Modell,
The Golliwogs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Star Department,
Lucky Dragons,
Chrome,
Morten Harket,
The Walker Brothers,
Skriet,
Frankie Knuckles,
Niagra,
New Order,
Black Flag,
Eric Dolphy,
Toni Rubio,
Yellowson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pole,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Velvet Underground,
Thee Headcoats,
Bauhaus,
Arthur Verocai,
Terry Callier,
New York Dolls,
Scion,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kaleidoscope,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Byrd,
Negative Approach,
The Misunderstood,
Wings,
Smog,
Bobby Sherman,
Porter Ricks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kas Product,
Barclay James Harvest,
June of 44,
The Victims,
Monolake,
Liliput,
Moby Grape,
a-ha,
Second Layer,
Ronan,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Young Rascals,
Swell Maps,
Matthew Halsall,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.