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 Guinea-Bissau and from London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 New Age Steppers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Unwound,
Delta 5,
Wings,
The Fortunes,
Davy DMX,
The Real Kids,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cramps,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Faust,
Man Parrish,
Swans,
Smog,
Deakin,
Jerry's Kids,
Half Japanese,
Nils Olav,
Dead Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Barracudas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Flash Fearless,
The Misunderstood,
Crash Course in Science,
Tres Demented,
Lalo Schifrin,
Letta Mbulu,
Idris Muhammad,
Godley & Creme,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Womack,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Matthew Halsall,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kool Moe Dee,
B.T. Express,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barclay James Harvest,
Metal Thangz,
the Sonics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Blackbyrds,
DNA,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
K-Klass,
Little Man,
Circle Jerks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Warsaw,
Agitation Free,
Groovy Waters,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.