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 Benin and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 The Birthday Party to the dance 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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pagans,
The Raincoats,
Slave,
Sparks,
Amon Düül,
Wally Richardson,
Pantytec,
D'Angelo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sarah Menescal,
Electric Prunes,
Thompson Twins,
Swans,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Tremeloes,
Blossom Toes,
Susan Cadogan,
Magazine,
Siglo XX,
Chris Corsano,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Womack,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Albert Ayler,
The Blackbyrds,
PIL,
Nico,
Lou Christie,
Niagra,
Pussy Galore,
Drexciya,
Guru Guru,
The Remains,
Cecil Taylor,
The Birthday Party,
Schoolly D,
Neil Young,
Deadbeat,
Silicon Teens,
Joey Negro,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Malaria!,
Trumans Water,
Outsiders,
Gerry Rafferty,
Judy Mowatt,
Amon Düül II,
Altered Images,
Livin' Joy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Technova,
Minny Pops,
Rod Modell,
DJ Style,
Howard Jones,
Dennis Brown,
Slick Rick,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.