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 Brunei and from New York.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 Yazoo to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Johnny Clarke,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Move,
Ultimate Spinach,
Schoolly D,
Graham Central Station,
Kerrie Biddell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pussy Galore,
Rites of Spring,
Lightning Bolt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gap Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Gong,
Oneida,
Drexciya,
Deakin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scratch Acid,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
ABBA,
Piero Umiliani,
Godley & Creme,
Gregory Isaacs,
Swell Maps,
Panda Bear,
The Slits,
Bob Dylan,
Glenn Branca,
Minor Threat,
Slave,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Arcadia,
Jacques Brel,
Fat Boys,
World's Most,
David Axelrod,
Ronan,
Jacob Miller,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Bananas,
The Vogues,
Heaven 17,
Mantronix,
Wally Richardson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Althea and Donna,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Moleskins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Peter and Kerry,
Main Source,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Doors,
Maleditus Sound,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.