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 Senegal and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar 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 Man Parrish to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Man Parrish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deepchord,
L. Decosne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yaz,
Judy Mowatt,
Guru Guru,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Radio Birdman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Byron Stingily,
Bootsy Collins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Sonics,
The Monochrome Set,
Brothers Johnson,
The Beau Brummels,
Royal Trux,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Quantec,
Marvin Gaye,
Mission of Burma,
Yusef Lateef,
The Zeros,
LL Cool J,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
One Last Wish,
Graham Central Station,
Joyce Sims,
In Retrospect,
ABC,
Model 500,
Morten Harket,
The American Breed,
Neu!,
Accadde A,
Jeru the Damaja,
Janne Schatter,
Franke,
Al Stewart,
Icehouse,
Cybotron,
Albert Ayler,
Frankie Knuckles,
UT,
Pagans,
Darondo,
Deadbeat,
Parry Music,
Ponytail,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Desert Stars,
The Cure,
Black Sheep,
Essential Logic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Interpol,
Pere Ubu,
The Kinks,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.