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 Senegal 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 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 Lou Christie to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Flipper,
Roy Ayers,
Grauzone,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Sherman,
The Music Machine,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lower 48,
L. Decosne,
The Fortunes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stockholm Monsters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
10cc,
Crooked Eye,
U.S. Maple,
Wolf Eyes,
The Velvet Underground,
Eric Dolphy,
Absolute Body Control,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Funky Four + One,
Severed Heads,
Camberwell Now,
Amon Düül II,
Pole,
LL Cool J,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rites of Spring,
Juan Atkins,
Joey Negro,
Pantaleimon,
Arab on Radar,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Urselle,
The Moody Blues,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Oblivians,
The Buckinghams,
Make Up,
Cecil Taylor,
T.S.O.L.,
Massinfluence,
the Association,
Hasil Adkins,
Symarip,
Hardrive,
the Germs,
Icehouse,
Sugar Minott,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rotary Connection,
La Düsseldorf,
The Slackers,
Slave,
Tommy Roe,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.