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 Netherlands and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
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 arpeggiator 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 Young Marble Giants to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
These Immortal Souls,
ABBA,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Massinfluence,
The Litter,
Brass Construction,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mantronix,
Surgeon,
the Soft Cell,
The Index,
The Moody Blues,
Gang of Four,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Birthday Party,
PIL,
Fad Gadget,
U.S. Maple,
The Monochrome Set,
Camberwell Now,
Eric Copeland,
the Swans,
Radiohead,
Kevin Saunderson,
Infiniti,
Qualms,
Rites of Spring,
Nick Fraelich,
Mr. Review,
Glambeats Corp.,
Albert Ayler,
Scratch Acid,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mark Hollis,
Supertramp,
Gang Green,
Bad Manners,
Agent Orange,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joe Smooth,
OOIOO,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sight & Sound,
Khruangbin,
Don Cherry,
Matthew Halsall,
Rod Modell,
Wolf Eyes,
Arthur Verocai,
The Knickerbockers,
Janne Schatter,
Trumans Water,
Lyres,
Al Stewart,
Oblivians,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dave Gahan,
Quadrant,
Jawbox,
Heaven 17,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.