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 Yemen and from Delhi.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Moss Icon to the funk 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
The Sonics,
Scan 7,
The Busters,
Hasil Adkins,
James White and The Blacks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bronski Beat,
Pere Ubu,
Goldenarms,
Aloha Tigers,
Ohio Players,
Janne Schatter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bush Tetras,
Colin Newman,
The Real Kids,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harmonia,
Scratch Acid,
Section 25,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fad Gadget,
Grauzone,
Sugar Minott,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
48th St. Collective,
OOIOO,
Crash Course in Science,
Brick,
Morten Harket,
Icehouse,
Radio Birdman,
Electric Prunes,
Ponytail,
Dave Gahan,
Khruangbin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Magma,
Boredoms,
Tubeway Army,
Suburban Knight,
Amon Düül II,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Red Krayola,
Byron Stingily,
Pylon,
The Black Dice,
H. Thieme,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Blancmange,
Mark Hollis,
Roxy Music,
Nick Fraelich,
Camouflage,
Brand Nubian,
the Human League,
kango's stein massive,
Scrapy,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.