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 Switzerland and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 AZ to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Banda Bassotti,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cramps,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lakeside,
B.T. Express,
The Blues Magoos,
Supertramp,
Can,
F. McDonald,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Selecter,
Tubeway Army,
Cal Tjader,
Tommy Roe,
Marvin Gaye,
Funkadelic,
Joey Negro,
Model 500,
The Red Krayola,
The Gap Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
L. Decosne,
Pulsallama,
Visage,
Magma,
X-101,
Hashim,
The Invisible,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Womack,
Wasted Youth,
Chris & Cosey,
The Litter,
Pere Ubu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rites of Spring,
Index,
T.S.O.L.,
Eddi Front,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Harmonia,
Dave Gahan,
Excepter,
Stetsasonic,
The Gories,
Q and Not U,
Babytalk,
10cc,
Cecil Taylor,
Talk Talk,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Association,
John Foxx,
The Gladiators,
Letta Mbulu,
The Slackers,
Make Up,
Maurizio,
Donald Byrd,
The Move,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.