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 Micronesia 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 Junior Murvin to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Trumans Water,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Holt,
Iggy Pop,
Ronnie Foster,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jawbox,
Black Pus,
Sight & Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
Cal Tjader,
Darondo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harmonia,
Eden Ahbez,
The Tremeloes,
David Axelrod,
Althea and Donna,
The Motions,
Chris & Cosey,
Los Fastidios,
Country Teasers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Christie,
Duran Duran,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Icehouse,
CMW,
Tommy Roe,
Sixth Finger,
the Germs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Piero Umiliani,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lalann,
Neu!,
Tim Buckley,
Hasil Adkins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Siglo XX,
Blake Baxter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
One Last Wish,
Unrelated Segments,
Matthew Bourne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Avey Tare,
Lyres,
Aswad,
Marvin Gaye,
Scientists,
Sun Ra,
Gong,
Faraquet,
Aloha Tigers,
Ornette Coleman,
Lungfish,
Henry Cow,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.