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 Austria and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro 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 Bill Wells to the techno 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Mantronix,
Little Man,
Minutemen,
The Techniques,
Intrusion,
Josef K,
Ronnie Foster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Donald Byrd,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Average White Band,
Wasted Youth,
OOIOO,
Nico,
Banda Bassotti,
Subhumans,
Supertramp,
K-Klass,
Index,
Bang On A Can,
FM Einheit,
Pole,
Mars,
The Evens,
D'Angelo,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Mummies,
Lou Christie,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Warren Ellis,
Unrelated Segments,
The Seeds,
Pierre Henry,
Erykah Badu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ash Ra Tempel,
David Bowie,
Reuben Wilson,
Anakelly,
The Slits,
Arcadia,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Red Krayola,
Kayak,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sight & Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Isaac Hayes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Last Poets,
Mandrill,
Shoche,
New Age Steppers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Motions,
The Doors,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.