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 Kuwait and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 Bobby Sherman to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Prince Buster,
Neil Young,
Country Teasers,
Funkadelic,
Buzzcocks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Connie Case,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nirvana,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ken Boothe,
Jacob Miller,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Sonics,
The Electric Prunes,
ABBA,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alton Ellis,
Soft Machine,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fluxion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Colin Newman,
Susan Cadogan,
Hardrive,
Von Mondo,
Lou Christie,
Adolescents,
T. Rex,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cal Tjader,
The Gun Club,
kango's stein massive,
Y Pants,
Graham Central Station,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pere Ubu,
Faust,
Suburban Knight,
Pantytec,
Grey Daturas,
Kas Product,
Robert Wyatt,
The Victims,
Bobby Byrd,
The Raincoats,
Desert Stars,
Arab on Radar,
Wasted Youth,
Isaac Hayes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rapeman,
The Leaves,
Unrelated Segments,
Infiniti,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Selecter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Goldenarms,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.