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 Haiti and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wally Richardson to the techno 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Jawbox,
Yaz,
The Fortunes,
Goldenarms,
The Fuzztones,
Animal Collective,
Chris & Cosey,
Slave,
Stiv Bators,
Ponytail,
Avey Tare,
The Last Poets,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Blancmange,
Robert Hood,
Althea and Donna,
Simply Red,
Terrestrial Tones,
La Düsseldorf,
Boredoms,
Skaos,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cameo,
Loose Ends,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Saccharine Trust,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultra Naté,
Dennis Brown,
Patti Smith,
Sam Rivers,
Glambeats Corp.,
China Crisis,
Black Pus,
Camouflage,
Severed Heads,
Warsaw,
Funkadelic,
Alice Coltrane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Black Dice,
Radiohead,
Angry Samoans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Underground Resistance,
Shuggie Otis,
Howard Jones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mr. Review,
Junior Murvin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Slits,
Michelle Simonal,
Magazine,
The Techniques,
Dorothy Ashby,
Warren Ellis,
Black Moon,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.