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 Taipei.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the güiro 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the crunk 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Television Personalities,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hashim,
The Cramps,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Raincoats,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Sherman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Graham Central Station,
Max Romeo,
Schoolly D,
Mr. Review,
Laurel Aitken,
The Music Machine,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cure,
Yusef Lateef,
Man Parrish,
Eddi Front,
Talk Talk,
Unwound,
Black Sheep,
Byron Stingily,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Agitation Free,
Chris Corsano,
Make Up,
Sarah Menescal,
Niagra,
The Names,
R.M.O.,
The Remains,
Man Eating Sloth,
Model 500,
Arcadia,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Moody Blues,
Pussy Galore,
The Last Poets,
Boredoms,
Au Pairs,
Sixth Finger,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fear,
Sandy B,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sällskapet,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Byrd,
Rosa Yemen,
The Knickerbockers,
Archie Shepp,
Joensuu 1685,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Moss Icon,
Pole,
Nas,
Eurythmics,
Popol Vuh,
Inner City,
Vladislav Delay,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.