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 Israel and from Jakarta.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eden Ahbez to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Loose Ends,
The Fugs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Holt,
Supertramp,
Lou Reed,
Thompson Twins,
Slick Rick,
New Order,
L. Decosne,
Stereo Dub,
Jawbox,
Amon Düül II,
Urselle,
Kayak,
Isaac Hayes,
Eddi Front,
Peter and Kerry,
Prince Buster,
CMW,
The Count Five,
Bob Dylan,
Junior Murvin,
World's Most,
Donald Byrd,
Technova,
Pylon,
Aaron Thompson,
Iggy Pop,
the Slits,
James White and The Blacks,
The Toasters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camberwell Now,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Techniques,
The Cramps,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minor Threat,
Matthew Halsall,
Adolescents,
Bad Manners,
Eli Mardock,
Public Enemy,
Khruangbin,
Anakelly,
Pantaleimon,
Funky Four + One,
Toni Rubio,
The Knickerbockers,
Rapeman,
Faraquet,
The Golliwogs,
Colin Newman,
Saccharine Trust,
The Shadows of Knight,
Spandau Ballet,
the Normal,
Scientists,
Scratch Acid,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.