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 Bahrain and from Stockholm.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 L. Decosne to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Glenn Branca,
Black Bananas,
Basic Channel,
Matthew Halsall,
Eurythmics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Banda Bassotti,
Country Teasers,
Robert Görl,
Anthony Braxton,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Tremeloes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barclay James Harvest,
F. McDonald,
The Smoke,
Pet Shop Boys,
Quantec,
Scrapy,
Davy DMX,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Todd Rundgren,
Freddie Wadling,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pylon,
Rapeman,
Whodini,
Stiv Bators,
James White and The Blacks,
The Happenings,
Ralphi Rosario,
Darondo,
Y Pants,
Robert Hood,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marc Almond,
Yusef Lateef,
The Move,
Lou Christie,
cv313,
The Doors,
The Toasters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ronnie Foster,
Lindisfarne,
ABBA,
Outsiders,
The Dave Clark Five,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Slits,
New Age Steppers,
Radio Birdman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Adolescents,
Tubeway Army,
Joy Division,
Quando Quango,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.