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 Nepal and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Donald Byrd,
48th St. Collective,
Pulsallama,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Godley & Creme,
Mr. Review,
The Victims,
Absolute Body Control,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rotary Connection,
This Heat,
The Barracudas,
Soft Cell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stiv Bators,
Andrew Hill,
The Litter,
China Crisis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Buzzcocks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Todd Terry,
Don Cherry,
Moby Grape,
Television Personalities,
Q65,
Neu!,
Simply Red,
Bobby Womack,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ronan,
Donny Hathaway,
Oneida,
Das Ding,
Crime,
Skaos,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Stooges,
Essential Logic,
Black Moon,
Sound Behaviour,
Accadde A,
Big Daddy Kane,
Erykah Badu,
Faraquet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sonny Sharrock,
The Blues Magoos,
John Coltrane,
The Techniques,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
FM Einheit,
The United States of America,
Symarip,
The Standells,
The Zeros,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.