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 Tanzania and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Index to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Essential Logic,
Hasil Adkins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Amon Düül II,
Lalo Schifrin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Zero Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Blackbyrds,
Trumans Water,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Pretty Things,
Young Marble Giants,
June Days,
Sun City Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Can,
Jeru the Damaja,
Drexciya,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Sherman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sight & Sound,
Minor Threat,
Bad Manners,
Altered Images,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Toni Rubio,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pole,
John Cale,
Grauzone,
Moby Grape,
Donny Hathaway,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wolf Eyes,
Jacques Brel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Flesh Eaters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Duran Duran,
Bang On A Can,
Andrew Hill,
Suicide,
Roxette,
Eve St. Jones,
Khruangbin,
FM Einheit,
John Coltrane,
Absolute Body Control,
Newcleus,
Gang Green,
Public Image Ltd.,
Saccharine Trust,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Görl,
The Sonics,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.