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 Egypt and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
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 oboe 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 The Trojans 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Scan 7,
Man Parrish,
CMW,
Wolf Eyes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Susan Cadogan,
Brand Nubian,
Barrington Levy,
The Modern Lovers,
Brick,
Kool Moe Dee,
B.T. Express,
Joey Negro,
Gichy Dan,
The Invisible,
Lightning Bolt,
The Sonics,
Slick Rick,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Sherman,
Chris Corsano,
The Tremeloes,
Roy Ayers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Talk Talk,
Accadde A,
Fatback Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ronan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Smoke,
Gong,
Suicide,
The Fortunes,
Niagra,
Faraquet,
Porter Ricks,
Robert Wyatt,
kango's stein massive,
Don Cherry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cure,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
X-101,
David Bowie,
John Lydon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bauhaus,
Derrick May,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Sheep,
One Last Wish,
Bush Tetras,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Freddie Wadling,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.