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 Samoa and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Severed Heads to the electroclash 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
MC5,
Pantaleimon,
Urselle,
Section 25,
Pere Ubu,
Saccharine Trust,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Doobie Brothers,
cv313,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Y Pants,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hardrive,
The Gories,
Moss Icon,
FM Einheit,
Boz Scaggs,
Janne Schatter,
John Holt,
the Sonics,
Qualms,
Lalann,
Echospace,
Kerrie Biddell,
James White and The Blacks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Blackbyrds,
Stetsasonic,
Clear Light,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stereo Dub,
Gil Scott Heron,
Harry Pussy,
D'Angelo,
Popol Vuh,
Todd Terry,
Yaz,
Depeche Mode,
Laurel Aitken,
Radio Birdman,
Scratch Acid,
Trumans Water,
Japan,
The Moody Blues,
New Order,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Josef K,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soft Machine,
Arthur Verocai,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Peter & Gordon,
The Angels of Light,
Albert Ayler,
Basic Channel,
Avey Tare,
Robert Hood,
Roger Hodgson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
New York Dolls,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.