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 Burkina and from Halifax.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Nirvana to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Danielle Patucci,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Neon Judgement,
Funkadelic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grey Daturas,
Barry Ungar,
Negative Approach,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Buckinghams,
Nas,
The Blackbyrds,
a-ha,
Siglo XX,
Royal Trux,
Deakin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Popol Vuh,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cosmic Jokers,
June Days,
The Sonics,
L. Decosne,
Funky Four + One,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wire,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mr. Review,
Soul Sonic Force,
Quantec,
Banda Bassotti,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Skatalites,
X-102,
The Residents,
Colin Newman,
Tom Boy,
The Standells,
The Misunderstood,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ornette Coleman,
the Swans,
the Association,
Dorothy Ashby,
Al Stewart,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cheater Slicks,
Thee Headcoats,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Porter Ricks,
Blancmange,
Massinfluence,
Pylon,
Motorama,
Anthony Braxton,
Michelle Simonal,
Eric Copeland,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.