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 Belarus and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the marimba 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the grime 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Monks,
Gang Starr,
Soul II Soul,
OOIOO,
Nas,
Bill Near,
Todd Terry,
Silicon Teens,
the Human League,
The Detroit Cobras,
Technova,
Stiv Bators,
Talk Talk,
Black Pus,
June Days,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marshall Jefferson,
Quando Quango,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rotary Connection,
Alphaville,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Mummies,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lyres,
Dawn Penn,
Godley & Creme,
Sugar Minott,
Mantronix,
Von Mondo,
Guru Guru,
Funkadelic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
Sun Ra,
Babytalk,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fire Engines,
K-Klass,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Zero Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
Lakeside,
Cecil Taylor,
Tomorrow,
The Slits,
Scratch Acid,
Oblivians,
Albert Ayler,
La Düsseldorf,
D'Angelo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Symarip,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barclay James Harvest,
In Retrospect,
PIL,
Electric Prunes,
Gang of Four,
Scott Walker,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.