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 Peru and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Au Pairs to the punk 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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Quando Quango,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stetsasonic,
Visage,
Deadbeat,
Junior Murvin,
Cecil Taylor,
Quadrant,
Gang of Four,
The Fortunes,
Simply Red,
Bush Tetras,
Tim Buckley,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Germs,
Roxy Music,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Lydon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sam Rivers,
Main Source,
Loose Ends,
Freddie Wadling,
Absolute Body Control,
Boz Scaggs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Al Stewart,
Swans,
Peter & Gordon,
Panda Bear,
Reuben Wilson,
Saccharine Trust,
X-102,
Blossom Toes,
Inner City,
The Grass Roots,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wolf Eyes,
Donald Byrd,
China Crisis,
Buzzcocks,
Pantytec,
Roger Hodgson,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Christie,
Monolake,
Pole,
Adolescents,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Human League,
One Last Wish,
Ohio Players,
Robert Hood,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eddi Front,
Easy Going,
Aaron Thompson,
Terrestrial Tones,
T.S.O.L.,
Nick Fraelich,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.