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 Turkey and from Cairo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Residents to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Pere Ubu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Malaria!,
The Barracudas,
Delta 5,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mars,
Trumans Water,
Reuben Wilson,
The Beau Brummels,
Gregory Isaacs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Moebius,
Lakeside,
KRS-One,
Donald Byrd,
The Martian,
Lou Christie,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Misunderstood,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Shoche,
Anthony Braxton,
The American Breed,
Neu!,
48th St. Collective,
Dennis Brown,
Freddie Wadling,
Scott Walker,
Main Source,
Swell Maps,
Roy Ayers,
Faust,
The Electric Prunes,
Minnie Riperton,
The Wake,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Funky Four + One,
The Monks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ten City,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Association,
Jandek,
Panda Bear,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Stooges,
Rites of Spring,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Byron Stingily,
Cecil Taylor,
Circle Jerks,
Deadbeat,
Laurel Aitken,
Chris & Cosey,
The Star Department,
The Grass Roots,
Robert Wyatt,
kango's stein massive,
Fugazi,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.