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 Russia and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Happenings to the funk 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Don Cherry,
Howard Jones,
A Certain Ratio,
AZ,
The Doors,
Alison Limerick,
PIL,
The American Breed,
Make Up,
DJ Style,
The Fuzztones,
Little Man,
Alice Coltrane,
The Angels of Light,
Sex Pistols,
Ralphi Rosario,
Swell Maps,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Kinks,
Q and Not U,
Massinfluence,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gun Club,
Amazonics,
Yellowson,
Lou Christie,
Wire,
Drive Like Jehu,
Loose Ends,
Joe Smooth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Todd Rundgren,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang Starr,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Connie Case,
Man Eating Sloth,
Angry Samoans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minnie Riperton,
Stiv Bators,
Subhumans,
OOIOO,
Lower 48,
Gong,
Smog,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Wake,
Section 25,
a-ha,
The Moody Blues,
The Mummies,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.