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 Syria and from Lagos.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the dance 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Intrusion,
The Invisible,
Visage,
Graham Central Station,
Glenn Branca,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sällskapet,
Jerry's Kids,
Popol Vuh,
Hoover,
Howard Jones,
Ludus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
X-101,
F. McDonald,
Joy Division,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Essential Logic,
The Buckinghams,
Roy Ayers,
The Fugs,
Metal Thangz,
Echospace,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cameo,
Curtis Mayfield,
One Last Wish,
The Five Americans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eric Copeland,
Lightning Bolt,
David Bowie,
Faraquet,
Danielle Patucci,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Pop Group,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alton Ellis,
Mad Mike,
Lakeside,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Malaria!,
Ultimate Spinach,
EPMD,
The Grass Roots,
PIL,
Siglo XX,
Nas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang Starr,
Kayak,
Basic Channel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joe Finger,
Bootsy Collins,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.