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 Lesotho and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 Rod Modell to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Skriet,
Idris Muhammad,
MC5,
KRS-One,
Desert Stars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Parry Music,
T.S.O.L.,
Visage,
Thee Headcoats,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Unrelated Segments,
Ludus,
Warsaw,
Sällskapet,
Bronski Beat,
Tres Demented,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Model 500,
Can,
Eric Copeland,
Lyres,
The Neon Judgement,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Newcleus,
Jawbox,
Godley & Creme,
X-102,
Drexciya,
Ronan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Judy Mowatt,
FM Einheit,
Altered Images,
Albert Ayler,
Porter Ricks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
L. Decosne,
The Selecter,
EPMD,
Jacques Brel,
Prince Buster,
Camberwell Now,
The Raincoats,
Absolute Body Control,
Derrick Morgan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Mummies,
Sugar Minott,
Royal Trux,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Smog,
Dave Gahan,
Tears for Fears,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Negative Approach,
Wire,
Monks,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.