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 Swaziland and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Black Bananas to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
This Heat,
Jawbox,
David McCallum,
Carl Craig,
Kaleidoscope,
The Litter,
Idris Muhammad,
Camouflage,
The Remains,
Curtis Mayfield,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
ABBA,
Camberwell Now,
Scan 7,
The Music Machine,
Tubeway Army,
Sun Ra,
Von Mondo,
Nas,
Khruangbin,
Lower 48,
Jeru the Damaja,
Section 25,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Vainqueur,
John Coltrane,
the Soft Cell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Beau Brummels,
Gong,
Quando Quango,
Ronan,
Franke,
Minutemen,
Nico,
Scrapy,
Sixth Finger,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Sex Pistols,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Skriet,
Simply Red,
Freddie Wadling,
the Bar-Kays,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cluster,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Juan Atkins,
Dark Day,
Robert Görl,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Fania All-Stars,
FM Einheit,
Donald Byrd,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jacques Brel,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.