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 Argentina and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Unwound to the rock 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
PIL,
Anakelly,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wire,
Rites of Spring,
L. Decosne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Sheep,
Thee Headcoats,
Drexciya,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Depeche Mode,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Metal Thangz,
Visage,
Altered Images,
Fela Kuti,
Boz Scaggs,
the Slits,
The Happenings,
T.S.O.L.,
ABC,
The Names,
Henry Cow,
Technova,
Susan Cadogan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kaleidoscope,
Wasted Youth,
Grey Daturas,
Laurel Aitken,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yazoo,
Magma,
Alphaville,
Youth Brigade,
Erykah Badu,
Outsiders,
Eli Mardock,
Dual Sessions,
The Pretty Things,
New Age Steppers,
Amon Düül,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Clear Light,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gladiators,
Nico,
The Skatalites,
The Fortunes,
The Techniques,
Bauhaus,
Essential Logic,
Icehouse,
The Young Rascals,
The Black Dice,
Ludus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Byrd,
Chris & Cosey,
Shoche,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.