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 Niger and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar 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 Cheater Slicks to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
The Alarm Clocks,
Popol Vuh,
Eric B and Rakim,
X-101,
Banda Bassotti,
Todd Rundgren,
Dennis Brown,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Q and Not U,
Sight & Sound,
Crime,
Yellowson,
Fatback Band,
Ituana,
Toni Rubio,
Sonny Sharrock,
Donald Byrd,
Rosa Yemen,
Steve Hackett,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Angry Samoans,
Sandy B,
Mo-Dettes,
The Slackers,
Jeff Lynne,
Yusef Lateef,
Bang On A Can,
Alice Coltrane,
Howard Jones,
The Selecter,
Yaz,
Aaron Thompson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Desert Stars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Niagra,
A Certain Ratio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pole,
Stiv Bators,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
JFA,
Inner City,
Guru Guru,
John Foxx,
The Residents,
Moss Icon,
James White and The Blacks,
Accadde A,
The Grass Roots,
Kenny Larkin,
Deepchord,
Soul II Soul,
Rakim,
David McCallum,
The Gun Club,
Von Mondo,
Mark Hollis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
FM Einheit,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.