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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin 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 Chrome to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Inner City,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hoover,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Chris & Cosey,
Babytalk,
Colin Newman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lakeside,
The Star Department,
Sound Behaviour,
The American Breed,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Last Poets,
Eve St. Jones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ornette Coleman,
The Music Machine,
Deakin,
Ten City,
Minny Pops,
Jacques Brel,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tres Demented,
Junior Murvin,
Kas Product,
The Blackbyrds,
Johnny Clarke,
Roxy Music,
Guru Guru,
Malaria!,
Public Enemy,
Infiniti,
Gang Starr,
Crooked Eye,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Misunderstood,
The Skatalites,
Cybotron,
the Swans,
Theoretical Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
8 Eyed Spy,
Angry Samoans,
FM Einheit,
Sun City Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Moon,
The Count Five,
Dennis Brown,
Stockholm Monsters,
MC5,
The Techniques,
Kerri Chandler,
The Wake,
The Smiths,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.