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 East Timor and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Lou Reed 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 David Axelrod to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
The Smiths,
Technova,
Royal Trux,
The Mummies,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jawbox,
Bootsy Collins,
Thompson Twins,
Q65,
Kaleidoscope,
X-102,
Nas,
Ice-T,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sonic Youth,
Lalann,
New Order,
Agent Orange,
Black Pus,
Yusef Lateef,
The J.B.'s,
Heaven 17,
The Dave Clark Five,
Groovy Waters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scrapy,
Jerry's Kids,
Qualms,
Kerri Chandler,
Chris & Cosey,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hoover,
Interpol,
Television Personalities,
Kenny Larkin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Michelle Simonal,
Reuben Wilson,
Mandrill,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Warren Ellis,
Nik Kershaw,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Knickerbockers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fat Boys,
Ronan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eddi Front,
Deepchord,
Model 500,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
L. Decosne,
Toni Rubio,
Wire,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.