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 Hungary and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet 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 John Lydon to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Goldenarms,
The Motions,
Angry Samoans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Excepter,
John Coltrane,
Whodini,
Scott Walker,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lakeside,
Kayak,
Amon Düül II,
Accadde A,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brass Construction,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Saccharine Trust,
Yaz,
Peter and Kerry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aloha Tigers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Can,
Boz Scaggs,
Charles Mingus,
Scratch Acid,
Eurythmics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wings,
Lucky Dragons,
Massinfluence,
Popol Vuh,
Faust,
DJ Sneak,
Alton Ellis,
The Stooges,
Arcadia,
Kaleidoscope,
Slick Rick,
Dark Day,
Girls At Our Best!,
Los Fastidios,
The Cramps,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Echospace,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Skatalites,
Iggy Pop,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Move,
The Blackbyrds,
Skaos,
Subhumans,
The Tremeloes,
Crime,
10cc,
Gang Gang Dance,
Television,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.