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 Andorra and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Max Romeo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Funkadelic,
Lindisfarne,
Davy DMX,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
David Axelrod,
The Last Poets,
Grey Daturas,
Mars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Das Ding,
Tom Boy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alison Limerick,
The Sonics,
The Velvet Underground,
The Names,
L. Decosne,
Mo-Dettes,
Ronan,
Todd Rundgren,
Pole,
the Slits,
Joe Finger,
The Red Krayola,
Von Mondo,
Cecil Taylor,
Easy Going,
Roxy Music,
Letta Mbulu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rakim,
The Toasters,
Man Parrish,
Chris Corsano,
Dave Gahan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Skatalites,
Wally Richardson,
Byron Stingily,
Marine Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
The Real Kids,
The Fortunes,
The Stooges,
Soulsonic Force,
Kerri Chandler,
Avey Tare,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ituana,
The Motions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
June Days,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nico,
Maleditus Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Prince Buster,
Talk Talk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.