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 Eritrea 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 New Order to the rap 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Echospace,
Todd Rundgren,
The Litter,
Davy DMX,
Jeff Mills,
Interpol,
Glenn Branca,
The Detroit Cobras,
ABC,
Warren Ellis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
10cc,
James White and The Blacks,
Symarip,
Cameo,
Bluetip,
Eddi Front,
Nico,
PIL,
Whodini,
Parry Music,
Gichy Dan,
Monolake,
Bizarre Inc.,
Piero Umiliani,
FM Einheit,
Mo-Dettes,
Sandy B,
Scott Walker,
Amazonics,
kango's stein massive,
Big Daddy Kane,
Moby Grape,
Marmalade,
DJ Sneak,
Vainqueur,
Lower 48,
The Count Five,
Crime,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jesper Dahlback,
These Immortal Souls,
Minor Threat,
X-101,
Intrusion,
E-Dancer,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kurtis Blow,
Swans,
Bill Near,
Motorama,
Dark Day,
June of 44,
Sonic Youth,
Archie Shepp,
The Wake,
Boz Scaggs,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.