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 Tajikistan and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Fluxion,
Donny Hathaway,
Sister Nancy,
Aswad,
The Birthday Party,
Amazonics,
Todd Terry,
Arab on Radar,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Mummies,
This Heat,
Rakim,
Nirvana,
Deakin,
Bauhaus,
Sight & Sound,
Oblivians,
Flash Fearless,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Suburban Knight,
PIL,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crime,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wasted Youth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bob Dylan,
The Knickerbockers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Reuben Wilson,
Lucky Dragons,
Cymande,
Robert Wyatt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Faust,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Lydon,
ABBA,
Charles Mingus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Slave,
Ultravox,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Evens,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Y Pants,
Rekid,
The Techniques,
Das Ding,
Pulsallama,
Albert Ayler,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Moleskins,
a-ha,
Ornette Coleman,
June of 44,
The Young Rascals,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.