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 Algeria and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Franke,
Ponytail,
Fat Boys,
The Searchers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Matthew Halsall,
Brothers Johnson,
The Golliwogs,
Con Funk Shun,
T.S.O.L.,
Lakeside,
UT,
Joyce Sims,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lyres,
Panda Bear,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Q and Not U,
Audionom,
The Stooges,
H. Thieme,
Public Enemy,
MC5,
The Fugs,
The Gun Club,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gladiators,
New Order,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Lydon,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Christie,
Suburban Knight,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Flag,
Bill Near,
CMW,
Rosa Yemen,
Robert Wyatt,
Sonic Youth,
This Heat,
Saccharine Trust,
Dual Sessions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Donny Hathaway,
Minutemen,
Jandek,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
OOIOO,
Flipper,
Morten Harket,
The Doobie Brothers,
E-Dancer,
Fela Kuti,
The Cramps,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Knickerbockers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kayak,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.