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 Finland and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ 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 Leonard Cohen to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Boogie Down Productions,
Skriet,
John Cale,
Morten Harket,
These Immortal Souls,
FM Einheit,
Talk Talk,
Wire,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Fat Boys,
Mars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marshall Jefferson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kurtis Blow,
Ossler,
Barry Ungar,
The Young Rascals,
Rapeman,
The Five Americans,
Agitation Free,
Leonard Cohen,
Gabor Szabo,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Laurel Aitken,
Television Personalities,
Deakin,
Visage,
Mission of Burma,
Warren Ellis,
Half Japanese,
Silicon Teens,
Scion,
Au Pairs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soul Sonic Force,
U.S. Maple,
Patti Smith,
Hoover,
Hasil Adkins,
Radiohead,
The Wake,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pere Ubu,
Main Source,
The Happenings,
The Trojans,
Unwound,
Tommy Roe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stetsasonic,
Juan Atkins,
The Durutti Column,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jerry's Kids,
Jesper Dahlback,
The United States of America,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.