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 Niger and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Michael McDonald 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 Sarah Menescal to the rock 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
The Walker Brothers,
Joy Division,
Dennis Brown,
T.S.O.L.,
The Monochrome Set,
Negative Approach,
Steve Hackett,
The Martian,
Jeff Mills,
Nico,
Absolute Body Control,
Scrapy,
Vainqueur,
Au Pairs,
Main Source,
D'Angelo,
Gabor Szabo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Livin' Joy,
Black Moon,
Interpol,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Zapp,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Pus,
The Victims,
Maleditus Sound,
Bang On A Can,
Yaz,
Nik Kershaw,
U.S. Maple,
The Gun Club,
Reagan Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
Reuben Wilson,
Massinfluence,
Essential Logic,
Minnie Riperton,
Rites of Spring,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eden Ahbez,
Second Layer,
Bauhaus,
Mr. Review,
Roxy Music,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Associates,
Can,
Byron Stingily,
The Cure,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Glenn Branca,
Nas,
DJ Style,
Public Enemy,
Sparks,
the Sonics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The United States of America,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Real Kids,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.