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 Tonga 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
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 arpeggiator 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 Cymande to the punk 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Roxy Music,
The Smoke,
Ultra Naté,
Soulsonic Force,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
H. Thieme,
Motorama,
The Dead C,
the Germs,
The Associates,
Joe Finger,
Skriet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scrapy,
Siglo XX,
Mantronix,
The Pretty Things,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mark Hollis,
Rosa Yemen,
Marine Girls,
The Remains,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Iggy Pop,
The Evens,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Todd Terry,
Guru Guru,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vladislav Delay,
Brass Construction,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mr. Review,
Maurizio,
The Angels of Light,
Bill Near,
Soft Machine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Mummies,
Janne Schatter,
Neu!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Khruangbin,
Qualms,
Negative Approach,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric Dolphy,
Royal Trux,
Panda Bear,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice 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.