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 Taiwan and from Lille.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet 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 Scrapy to the grunge 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mandrill,
Ten City,
Blake Baxter,
Radio Birdman,
The Busters,
10cc,
Mission of Burma,
The Sonics,
Eric Copeland,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lower 48,
Wings,
Royal Trux,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Moleskins,
Stereo Dub,
Crime,
Alison Limerick,
Swans,
Maurizio,
Lucky Dragons,
The Toasters,
Kas Product,
Faraquet,
Altered Images,
JFA,
Ultravox,
Smog,
Lyres,
Animal Collective,
The Mummies,
Los Fastidios,
Shuggie Otis,
Con Funk Shun,
Bronski Beat,
Aswad,
Sandy B,
Infiniti,
New Order,
Visage,
Jandek,
Rosa Yemen,
Sarah Menescal,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Young Rascals,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang of Four,
Scion,
Kurtis Blow,
Intrusion,
Flash Fearless,
Soulsonic Force,
The Offenders,
Essential Logic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
New York Dolls,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.