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 United States and from London.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Cure to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Panda Bear,
Gang Green,
Crime,
Blancmange,
Khruangbin,
Anthony Braxton,
Tropical Tobacco,
Interpol,
Carl Craig,
Bob Dylan,
Joe Finger,
Chrome,
Crispian St. Peters,
New Age Steppers,
Kaleidoscope,
Isaac Hayes,
H. Thieme,
Leonard Cohen,
Section 25,
the Germs,
Henry Cow,
The Fortunes,
Funky Four + One,
The Young Rascals,
Kerri Chandler,
Youth Brigade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Motorama,
Lalo Schifrin,
A Certain Ratio,
Steve Hackett,
Yusef Lateef,
Cybotron,
Deadbeat,
Kurtis Blow,
The J.B.'s,
Black Pus,
The Birthday Party,
Malaria!,
Rapeman,
X-101,
Minor Threat,
Echospace,
Ponytail,
The Sound,
The Buckinghams,
Symarip,
Lucky Dragons,
Quadrant,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kenny Larkin,
Freddie Wadling,
Tres Demented,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scan 7,
R.M.O.,
Sight & Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott Heron,
This Heat,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.