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 Denmark and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Junior Murvin to the electroclash 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Suicide,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Neil Young,
Avey Tare,
Thompson Twins,
Todd Rundgren,
This Heat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roxy Music,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Davy DMX,
Stetsasonic,
Black Flag,
New Age Steppers,
cv313,
Newcleus,
Rotary Connection,
Derrick May,
Unrelated Segments,
10cc,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-101,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Residents,
Pierre Henry,
Maurizio,
Groovy Waters,
Eden Ahbez,
Slick Rick,
The Mummies,
Crash Course in Science,
Babytalk,
Cymande,
Colin Newman,
John Cale,
New York Dolls,
Yaz,
Bauhaus,
Toni Rubio,
The Smiths,
Rosa Yemen,
John Foxx,
Fad Gadget,
Pere Ubu,
Nas,
Stiv Bators,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Moody Blues,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Saints,
The Techniques,
Nation of Ulysses,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Chris Corsano,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cecil Taylor,
Suburban Knight,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.