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 Eritrea and from London.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 Chris Corsano to the crunk 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Skatalites,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Walker Brothers,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soul II Soul,
Davy DMX,
Young Marble Giants,
Severed Heads,
The Knickerbockers,
DJ Sneak,
The Birthday Party,
The Wake,
Swans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soulsonic Force,
The Index,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobby Byrd,
Darondo,
Ronnie Foster,
Crash Course in Science,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tears for Fears,
The Mojo Men,
Cecil Taylor,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Carl Craig,
The Young Rascals,
Adolescents,
Neu!,
Quantec,
MC5,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jerry's Kids,
Sexual Harrassment,
Faust,
Ultra Naté,
Dawn Penn,
Nas,
Motorama,
Marcia Griffiths,
Symarip,
Arthur Verocai,
Q and Not U,
Bill Wells,
Amon Düül,
The Gories,
Matthew Bourne,
Half Japanese,
Con Funk Shun,
Cal Tjader,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
In Retrospect,
the Bar-Kays,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cheater Slicks,
Kaleidoscope,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.