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 Israel and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the punk 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Trumans Water,
Harry Pussy,
Electric Prunes,
Babytalk,
Dawn Penn,
Leonard Cohen,
The Slits,
Beasts of Bourbon,
These Immortal Souls,
Derrick Morgan,
The Index,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yellowson,
Ultravox,
Symarip,
Arthur Verocai,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Japan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rakim,
Althea and Donna,
Fort Wilson Riot,
B.T. Express,
Erykah Badu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Pop Group,
Royal Trux,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sam Rivers,
Harmonia,
Radio Birdman,
Con Funk Shun,
the Normal,
The Fall,
Sex Pistols,
Andrew Hill,
Hoover,
The Remains,
Wings,
Ten City,
The Modern Lovers,
Idris Muhammad,
Gabor Szabo,
Stetsasonic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Wake,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nirvana,
Tears for Fears,
Grandmaster Flash,
June of 44,
Avey Tare,
Tom Boy,
Suicide,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Unrelated Segments,
AZ,
The Searchers,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.