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 Dominica and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Negative Approach,
The Beau Brummels,
Average White Band,
Quando Quango,
James White and The Blacks,
Roxette,
Letta Mbulu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Pretty Things,
Brothers Johnson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cramps,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Womack,
Monolake,
Alphaville,
The Associates,
Soft Machine,
Slave,
Goldenarms,
Ludus,
Hot Snakes,
The Searchers,
Absolute Body Control,
Qualms,
Scratch Acid,
the Sonics,
The Gap Band,
Groovy Waters,
The Blues Magoos,
Joe Smooth,
H. Thieme,
The Pop Group,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Arthur Verocai,
Mary Jane Girls,
Skaos,
Fear,
Faraquet,
Peter and Kerry,
Intrusion,
Sixth Finger,
Iggy Pop,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mark Hollis,
Moss Icon,
The Slackers,
Scan 7,
Cluster,
The Music Machine,
Magma,
Accadde A,
Buzzcocks,
kango's stein massive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.