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 Eritrea and from Tehran.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
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 snare 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 Michelle Simonal to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Byrd,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dave Clark Five,
Johnny Clarke,
Rapeman,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultravox,
The Birthday Party,
Marine Girls,
Toni Rubio,
The United States of America,
Oneida,
Donny Hathaway,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun City Girls,
Television Personalities,
Tim Buckley,
Crime,
The Standells,
The Index,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kenny Larkin,
Wire,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scion,
Tubeway Army,
Faust,
Bill Wells,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Holt,
Hashim,
KRS-One,
Moebius,
OOIOO,
Reuben Wilson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crooked Eye,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Human League,
Robert Hood,
The Residents,
Panda Bear,
Visage,
Stetsasonic,
Yusef Lateef,
The Count Five,
Kas Product,
Flamin' Groovies,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sam Rivers,
Rekid,
Minnie Riperton,
The Smiths,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lyres,
Eden Ahbez,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gerry Rafferty,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.