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 Guatemala 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Ohio Players to the electroclash 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
The Busters,
The Doors,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Human League,
Ponytail,
Aural Exciters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eddi Front,
Stockholm Monsters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gories,
Warsaw,
Massinfluence,
Erasure,
Joe Smooth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Toni Rubio,
Saccharine Trust,
Gichy Dan,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fugs,
Make Up,
E-Dancer,
MDC,
Harry Pussy,
Symarip,
Nico,
Hardrive,
Sixth Finger,
Mandrill,
Jawbox,
Donny Hathaway,
Joy Division,
Thee Headcoats,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Q and Not U,
U.S. Maple,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
Metal Thangz,
Piero Umiliani,
Yusef Lateef,
Newcleus,
ABBA,
Minor Threat,
The Black Dice,
Peter & Gordon,
Aswad,
Infiniti,
Outsiders,
Pole,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Christie,
Popol Vuh,
Sandy B,
DJ Style,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.