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 Sri Lanka and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Interpol to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Idris Muhammad,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Neu!,
Pagans,
Pantaleimon,
Nirvana,
Cheater Slicks,
The Pretty Things,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Trumans Water,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Arcadia,
UT,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Mummies,
Sällskapet,
The Golliwogs,
Fugazi,
Danielle Patucci,
Johnny Clarke,
Brass Construction,
Hashim,
Black Sheep,
Moby Grape,
Easy Going,
Tomorrow,
Q65,
Cal Tjader,
Deadbeat,
Black Bananas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rapeman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Vainqueur,
Basic Channel,
Bush Tetras,
Ronnie Foster,
Nation of Ulysses,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Moebius,
Y Pants,
FM Einheit,
Essential Logic,
Monks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sonny Sharrock,
These Immortal Souls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gories,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Silicon Teens,
Al Stewart,
Pantytec,
Spoonie Gee,
Funkadelic,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.