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 Ireland and from Taipei.
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 Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Los Fastidios to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fat Boys,
Scott Walker,
Heaven 17,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Sherman,
Schoolly D,
The Move,
The Count Five,
Duran Duran,
The Five Americans,
Q and Not U,
John Foxx,
Audionom,
The Invisible,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Arcadia,
Ronan,
Joensuu 1685,
Angry Samoans,
Zero Boys,
The Cramps,
B.T. Express,
Robert Wyatt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cybotron,
Dennis Brown,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mark Hollis,
Cecil Taylor,
Y Pants,
Pagans,
Adolescents,
The Raincoats,
Tubeway Army,
Ossler,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang Gang Dance,
Todd Terry,
the Normal,
David McCallum,
Infiniti,
Harry Pussy,
Ten City,
Quantec,
Rosa Yemen,
The Birthday Party,
Crispy Ambulance,
Panda Bear,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Talk Talk,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
EPMD,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.