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 Korea North and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
E-Dancer,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Searchers,
Graham Central Station,
Guru Guru,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jeru the Damaja,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brass Construction,
Amon Düül II,
Barclay James Harvest,
Donald Byrd,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mr. Review,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lalann,
Harmonia,
The Monochrome Set,
Al Stewart,
Hardrive,
LL Cool J,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Bananas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bluetip,
Black Pus,
Massinfluence,
The Names,
Zapp,
Organ,
Sun Ra,
Fad Gadget,
AZ,
The Pop Group,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The United States of America,
Livin' Joy,
Radiohead,
Judy Mowatt,
Popol Vuh,
Nirvana,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jimmy McGriff,
KRS-One,
Technova,
Lakeside,
a-ha,
Dawn Penn,
Laurel Aitken,
The Motions,
Grauzone,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Little Man,
Roy Ayers,
Simply Red,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.