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 Latvia and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Jandek 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Albert Ayler,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Anthony Braxton,
The Selecter,
Prince Buster,
Donald Byrd,
Moss Icon,
Connie Case,
Radiohead,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Five Americans,
Crooked Eye,
Boredoms,
Dark Day,
Das Ding,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Smoke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marmalade,
CMW,
The Red Krayola,
Slick Rick,
Jacques Brel,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mojo Men,
Minutemen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Negative Approach,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Divine Comedy,
Skriet,
Fugazi,
Aaron Thompson,
Blake Baxter,
Nirvana,
Steve Hackett,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rapeman,
E-Dancer,
Essential Logic,
The Neon Judgement,
Flash Fearless,
Cybotron,
The Skatalites,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Guru Guru,
Make Up,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Foxx,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rotary Connection,
Theoretical Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Goldenarms,
Funkadelic,
David McCallum,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.