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 Benin and from Halifax.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba 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 LL Cool J to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Drive Like Jehu,
Colin Newman,
Agitation Free,
10cc,
Jacques Brel,
MC5,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Foxx,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
R.M.O.,
Glenn Branca,
The Invisible,
Aaron Thompson,
Nick Fraelich,
Junior Murvin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lyres,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soul II Soul,
X-101,
Joy Division,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bad Manners,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pierre Henry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Au Pairs,
Maleditus Sound,
Desert Stars,
the Association,
Kerri Chandler,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jawbox,
Drexciya,
Alice Coltrane,
Tom Boy,
Unwound,
The Gap Band,
Porter Ricks,
Alton Ellis,
B.T. Express,
Fear,
Siglo XX,
Wasted Youth,
David Axelrod,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bluetip,
Jandek,
Monolake,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Amazonics,
La Düsseldorf,
Panda Bear,
Franke,
The Zeros,
Sällskapet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
A Certain Ratio,
JFA,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.