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 Bolivia and from London.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
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 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Robert Wyatt to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fad Gadget,
Man Parrish,
Byron Stingily,
Scan 7,
Grandmaster Flash,
Slave,
Tres Demented,
Kerrie Biddell,
Angry Samoans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dorothy Ashby,
Donny Hathaway,
The Happenings,
Con Funk Shun,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cecil Taylor,
Brick,
Howard Jones,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Cale,
Flipper,
Albert Ayler,
The Dirtbombs,
X-101,
Ludus,
Scott Walker,
Prince Buster,
Junior Murvin,
X-102,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dennis Brown,
Roxy Music,
Minutemen,
Moss Icon,
David Bowie,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fugazi,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grauzone,
Rotary Connection,
T. Rex,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lower 48,
Rapeman,
Marmalade,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Matthew Halsall,
The Misunderstood,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jesper Dahlback,
Can,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fela Kuti,
Technova,
The Cramps,
Index,
The Sonics,
Popol Vuh,
Buzzcocks,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.