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 Latvia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Fela Kuti to the jazz 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fire Engines,
The Raincoats,
Johnny Osbourne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grey Daturas,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Seeds,
Roxy Music,
Swans,
Fear,
La Düsseldorf,
Joe Smooth,
Trumans Water,
Mark Hollis,
Roy Ayers,
The Modern Lovers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Agent Orange,
John Foxx,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ituana,
Absolute Body Control,
Howard Jones,
The Detroit Cobras,
Steve Hackett,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DNA,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stiv Bators,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fortunes,
The Motions,
Kerri Chandler,
Cybotron,
Quando Quango,
Banda Bassotti,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pere Ubu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hot Snakes,
Au Pairs,
Supertramp,
Oblivians,
Eric Copeland,
Pole,
Niagra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Christie,
Massinfluence,
X-102,
The Remains,
Eurythmics,
Eric Dolphy,
Bauhaus,
CMW,
Drive Like Jehu,
Buzzcocks,
Masters at Work,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.