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 Cambodia and from Madrid.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Maurizio to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Boz Scaggs,
The Dead C,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
R.M.O.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Slits,
Kaleidoscope,
Rapeman,
Spandau Ballet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jerry's Kids,
The Mummies,
The Litter,
Intrusion,
Loose Ends,
The Fugs,
The Count Five,
Gichy Dan,
Delta 5,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Radiopuhelimet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soul II Soul,
Frankie Knuckles,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Niagra,
Moebius,
Sex Pistols,
JFA,
Erykah Badu,
Blossom Toes,
The Star Department,
A Certain Ratio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fat Boys,
Pierre Henry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang Starr,
Hasil Adkins,
Davy DMX,
X-Ray Spex,
Clear Light,
Warsaw,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Skaos,
Colin Newman,
Arab on Radar,
The Stooges,
DJ Sneak,
The Skatalites,
Todd Rundgren,
D'Angelo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Angry Samoans,
Skarface,
The Moody Blues,
Arthur Verocai,
Sparks,
Neu!,
Lucky Dragons,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.