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 Belgium and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
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 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the disco 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Sarah Menescal,
Josef K,
Bootsy Collins,
Excepter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Magma,
Marmalade,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Shuggie Otis,
the Association,
L. Decosne,
Sex Pistols,
Magazine,
Curtis Mayfield,
Audionom,
Scott Walker,
Moby Grape,
48th St. Collective,
Flipper,
Skarface,
Gang Green,
The Birthday Party,
Kerrie Biddell,
Television Personalities,
Byron Stingily,
Blossom Toes,
Basic Channel,
Barbara Tucker,
Al Stewart,
Eurythmics,
Jerry's Kids,
Easy Going,
The Fall,
The J.B.'s,
Rakim,
Minnie Riperton,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Y Pants,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Monolake,
The Pretty Things,
The Blues Magoos,
Nils Olav,
Kas Product,
Sun Ra,
Andrew Hill,
The Index,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
E-Dancer,
Kerri Chandler,
Scratch Acid,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.