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 Cambodia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Busters to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Robert Wyatt,
Chris Corsano,
Camberwell Now,
The Pop Group,
Tubeway Army,
Hoover,
Jacob Miller,
Rekid,
Prince Buster,
cv313,
Eve St. Jones,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Leaves,
Todd Rundgren,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sam Rivers,
Black Pus,
Cameo,
China Crisis,
Chrome,
Circle Jerks,
Alison Limerick,
Avey Tare,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yaz,
the Slits,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Public Enemy,
The Invisible,
Adolescents,
Fear,
Tommy Roe,
Pierre Henry,
Agent Orange,
Johnny Clarke,
Aural Exciters,
The Velvet Underground,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Monks,
Maurizio,
Monks,
Ornette Coleman,
Donald Byrd,
The Kinks,
Piero Umiliani,
Morten Harket,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Amon Düül II,
Hardrive,
Erykah Badu,
Hot Snakes,
Matthew Halsall,
The Angels of Light,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Peter and Kerry,
Eurythmics,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kenny Larkin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sixth Finger,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.