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 Georgia and from New York.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 Pere Ubu to the techno 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
In Retrospect,
Gabor Szabo,
Buzzcocks,
Depeche Mode,
Easy Going,
Underground Resistance,
Ornette Coleman,
Whodini,
The Divine Comedy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Carl Craig,
Banda Bassotti,
Fugazi,
The Gladiators,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Kinks,
Al Stewart,
Alphaville,
Tomorrow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
La Düsseldorf,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
UT,
F. McDonald,
Sandy B,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ludus,
Parry Music,
Rekid,
Gang of Four,
Gichy Dan,
Hardrive,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Byron Stingily,
Bush Tetras,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cramps,
Joensuu 1685,
Silicon Teens,
Joy Division,
the Swans,
Soulsonic Force,
Terrestrial Tones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Laurel Aitken,
Janne Schatter,
Organ,
Black Flag,
Alison Limerick,
The Blues Magoos,
Glambeats Corp.,
Television,
Grauzone,
Television Personalities,
Bootsy Collins,
Nils Olav,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.