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 Ghana and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Man Eating Sloth to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Throbbing Gristle,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thompson Twins,
Robert Görl,
Max Romeo,
Franke,
Godley & Creme,
The Last Poets,
Scott Walker,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crime,
Roxy Music,
Hashim,
Fluxion,
Los Fastidios,
Joensuu 1685,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
CMW,
Bootsy Collins,
The Toasters,
The Monks,
Black Bananas,
A Certain Ratio,
The Star Department,
Charles Mingus,
Moebius,
Can,
New Age Steppers,
Interpol,
Minny Pops,
Neu!,
Panda Bear,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fortunes,
The Wake,
Dennis Brown,
Desert Stars,
Rakim,
Amon Düül II,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nas,
Skarface,
Lebanon Hanover,
Zero Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
Easy Going,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marc Almond,
a-ha,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gil Scott Heron,
Audionom,
Robert Hood,
James White and The Blacks,
Connie Case,
the Slits,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Velvet Underground,
Angry Samoans,
PIL,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.