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 United Kingdom and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 Marine Girls to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Terry Callier,
Vainqueur,
The Misunderstood,
Ludus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pantaleimon,
Japan,
Davy DMX,
The Gories,
Morten Harket,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Toasters,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Stooges,
Al Stewart,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Skatalites,
Au Pairs,
Nico,
John Lydon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bill Wells,
Fugazi,
Loose Ends,
Average White Band,
Essential Logic,
The New Christs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Byrd,
D'Angelo,
DJ Sneak,
Von Mondo,
The Slits,
The Monks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rosa Yemen,
Tubeway Army,
Fela Kuti,
Spoonie Gee,
Sun Ra,
OOIOO,
Roger Hodgson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Erasure,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kool Moe Dee,
Shuggie Otis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Television Personalities,
Model 500,
Hashim,
Boredoms,
Bobby Sherman,
Patti Smith,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Accadde A,
Underground Resistance,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.