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 Ghana and from Milan.
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 Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Masters at Work to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect 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?
Amon Düül II,
X-101,
Negative Approach,
Henry Cow,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Residents,
Glenn Branca,
Lightning Bolt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Sound,
Country Teasers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cameo,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang Green,
World's Most,
Sound Behaviour,
Sixth Finger,
Eddi Front,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Chrome,
Kurtis Blow,
Harry Pussy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Michelle Simonal,
Hot Snakes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang of Four,
Pole,
Todd Terry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Flash Fearless,
Bush Tetras,
Hardrive,
The Pop Group,
The Searchers,
Idris Muhammad,
Los Fastidios,
Arab on Radar,
Byron Stingily,
Trumans Water,
Roy Ayers,
Grauzone,
Hasil Adkins,
Rekid,
The Count Five,
Cybotron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Flipper,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
OOIOO,
Janne Schatter,
Eden Ahbez,
La Düsseldorf,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Bananas,
Babytalk,
Moebius,
Little Man,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.