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 Serbia and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
the Association,
The Fugs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Interpol,
Dual Sessions,
Ken Boothe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Warsaw,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Reed,
Fat Boys,
MC5,
Motorama,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Royal Trux,
The United States of America,
The Slackers,
The Modern Lovers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Arthur Verocai,
Bad Manners,
Chris Corsano,
June of 44,
Procol Harum,
Unwound,
Joy Division,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Animal Collective,
Vladislav Delay,
Simply Red,
Aaron Thompson,
Skarface,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Pus,
The Walker Brothers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mr. Review,
the Fania All-Stars,
Agitation Free,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jandek,
B.T. Express,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Arcadia,
Tim Buckley,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pylon,
Youth Brigade,
Wasted Youth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Flamin' Groovies,
Carl Craig,
Sarah Menescal,
Moebius,
Depeche Mode,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.