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 Finland and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Milan.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Throbbing Gristle to the rap 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Freddie Wadling,
The Standells,
Pierre Henry,
Skaos,
Surgeon,
Main Source,
The Offenders,
Piero Umiliani,
Deakin,
The Buckinghams,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lebanon Hanover,
UT,
Anakelly,
Sparks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Vogues,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pere Ubu,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fuzztones,
Mad Mike,
Swans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Essential Logic,
The Angels of Light,
The Black Dice,
Stereo Dub,
Jacob Miller,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Walker Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mission of Burma,
the Slits,
The Count Five,
Angry Samoans,
The Gladiators,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Schoolly D,
The Evens,
Icehouse,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Pus,
The Mojo Men,
Nas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joensuu 1685,
Fluxion,
Roxette,
The Golliwogs,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.