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 Thailand and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare 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 Scott Walker to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Roy Ayers,
Jawbox,
Soulsonic Force,
Mantronix,
Heaven 17,
The Wake,
Country Teasers,
The Last Poets,
The American Breed,
Oneida,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Slackers,
Pere Ubu,
Gang Green,
The Shadows of Knight,
David Axelrod,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ossler,
The Walker Brothers,
Pantytec,
Model 500,
Sun City Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
MDC,
Laurel Aitken,
Crooked Eye,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Velvet Underground,
The Red Krayola,
Throbbing Gristle,
Accadde A,
Aloha Tigers,
Freddie Wadling,
Jandek,
The Five Americans,
Arcadia,
The Monks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Groovy Waters,
Black Flag,
Joyce Sims,
Funky Four + One,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Foxx,
The Victims,
Amon Düül,
Youth Brigade,
Underground Resistance,
The Cure,
Blossom Toes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nas,
The Leaves,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
ABC,
Soul Sonic Force,
CMW,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.