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 Nigeria and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
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 Outsiders to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Shuggie Otis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pagans,
Black Sheep,
Scott Walker,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cowsills,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Germs,
Porter Ricks,
Supertramp,
Pantytec,
Rufus Thomas,
Derrick Morgan,
Heaven 17,
Sun Ra,
Section 25,
Goldenarms,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cameo,
Fluxion,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Pus,
Dark Day,
Max Romeo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Connie Case,
Agitation Free,
Shoche,
Joe Finger,
Schoolly D,
Deakin,
L. Decosne,
The Cure,
Josef K,
Barbara Tucker,
Crispian St. Peters,
Erykah Badu,
Tomorrow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Skriet,
The Raincoats,
The Martian,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Das Ding,
Lou Reed,
The Fortunes,
Chris & Cosey,
Freddie Wadling,
The Sonics,
Prince Buster,
Suicide,
Donald Byrd,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Toasters,
Al Stewart,
The Seeds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camberwell Now,
Pere Ubu,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.