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 Botswana and from Philadelphia.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 The Electric Prunes to the disco 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Blossom Toes,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Sheep,
EPMD,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Theoretical Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cluster,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barclay James Harvest,
X-102,
Television,
Letta Mbulu,
Sixth Finger,
Sarah Menescal,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wasted Youth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rod Modell,
Suicide,
Porter Ricks,
Popol Vuh,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Reed,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Flipper,
Sex Pistols,
Pet Shop Boys,
MC5,
OOIOO,
Aloha Tigers,
Niagra,
Interpol,
Amon Düül II,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eddi Front,
Skaos,
Funky Four + One,
Fluxion,
Radio Birdman,
Television Personalities,
Junior Murvin,
Cecil Taylor,
Slave,
Kaleidoscope,
Mad Mike,
Shoche,
Soulsonic Force,
Bob Dylan,
John Lydon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Man Parrish,
Mo-Dettes,
The Blackbyrds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cramps,
The Beau Brummels,
Mantronix,
Cal Tjader,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.