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 Czech Republic and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Bill Wells 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Boogie Down Productions,
In Retrospect,
cv313,
Minny Pops,
John Coltrane,
The Standells,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nik Kershaw,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sällskapet,
Black Sheep,
Altered Images,
Symarip,
The Blackbyrds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Mojo Men,
Sixth Finger,
Au Pairs,
Massinfluence,
Von Mondo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Technova,
The Neon Judgement,
Barbara Tucker,
The Pretty Things,
Nils Olav,
Shuggie Otis,
Avey Tare,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
K-Klass,
Average White Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Masters at Work,
Albert Ayler,
The Electric Prunes,
Connie Case,
Mark Hollis,
CMW,
The Human League,
Intrusion,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Grass Roots,
Lakeside,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fatback Band,
The Smoke,
Isaac Hayes,
PIL,
The Victims,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gerry Rafferty,
Popol Vuh,
John Foxx,
Gang Green,
kango's stein massive,
The Searchers,
The Selecter,
Rapeman,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.