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 Botswana and from Toronto.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Matthew Halsall,
Vainqueur,
The Dead C,
Morten Harket,
Eurythmics,
Soulsonic Force,
John Cale,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Byron Stingily,
Masters at Work,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Victims,
The J.B.'s,
Mars,
Eddi Front,
Animal Collective,
Ornette Coleman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hot Snakes,
Ossler,
Desert Stars,
David Bowie,
Loose Ends,
Idris Muhammad,
Gichy Dan,
Blossom Toes,
Moebius,
The Moleskins,
The Last Poets,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Walker Brothers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cowsills,
Von Mondo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Doors,
Pole,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nils Olav,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Country Teasers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Oneida,
Joy Division,
Pagans,
The Cramps,
Boz Scaggs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Supertramp,
James White and The Blacks,
Fad Gadget,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Angels of Light,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Offenders,
A Certain Ratio,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.