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 Croatia and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ 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 Jeff Mills to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Half Japanese,
Hot Snakes,
Bauhaus,
Das Ding,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Skarface,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Massinfluence,
D'Angelo,
Skaos,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Modern Lovers,
The Remains,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Liliput,
Man Parrish,
Hardrive,
Siglo XX,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dual Sessions,
Boredoms,
Severed Heads,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radiohead,
Thee Headcoats,
Quando Quango,
Colin Newman,
Mark Hollis,
Minnie Riperton,
Japan,
Infiniti,
Hasil Adkins,
The Star Department,
Lalo Schifrin,
The American Breed,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultravox,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Malaria!,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Womack,
Juan Atkins,
A Certain Ratio,
Lungfish,
Shuggie Otis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Misunderstood,
New York Dolls,
Rites of Spring,
Nirvana,
Fatback Band,
Alton Ellis,
Brick,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Golliwogs,
Fear,
Lightning Bolt,
Tim Buckley,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.