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 Slovenia and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 The Cowsills to the techno 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Litter,
Toni Rubio,
Electric Prunes,
Unwound,
Section 25,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eddi Front,
The Smoke,
Kayak,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
L. Decosne,
Cluster,
The Residents,
Isaac Hayes,
the Normal,
Brick,
The Dirtbombs,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cure,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pulsallama,
Lungfish,
Kas Product,
Aswad,
Soft Cell,
Joey Negro,
China Crisis,
Cecil Taylor,
Absolute Body Control,
OOIOO,
Big Daddy Kane,
Max Romeo,
Boz Scaggs,
Suicide,
David Bowie,
The Raincoats,
Massinfluence,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tears for Fears,
Roy Ayers,
Cybotron,
Tubeway Army,
Oneida,
The Standells,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Parry Music,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Durutti Column,
Deadbeat,
The Fugs,
Minny Pops,
Leonard Cohen,
Blake Baxter,
New Order,
Lucky Dragons,
Crispy Ambulance,
Amon Düül II,
Lower 48,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.