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 Slovakia and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Donald Fagen 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Laurel Aitken,
Susan Cadogan,
Make Up,
Piero Umiliani,
Stereo Dub,
Glenn Branca,
Jandek,
Clear Light,
Lightning Bolt,
Kenny Larkin,
Dual Sessions,
Chris Corsano,
Tim Buckley,
Gang Green,
Slave,
Man Eating Sloth,
Zero Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Scan 7,
Byron Stingily,
Monolake,
Zapp,
The Mojo Men,
Godley & Creme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kas Product,
The Buckinghams,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gong,
Swell Maps,
David McCallum,
Ultravox,
Qualms,
U.S. Maple,
The Seeds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ash Ra Tempel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cecil Taylor,
Deadbeat,
Nick Fraelich,
The Durutti Column,
New Order,
Q and Not U,
The Beau Brummels,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Saccharine Trust,
The Moody Blues,
In Retrospect,
Wolf Eyes,
Babytalk,
Mantronix,
H. Thieme,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sällskapet,
Kurtis Blow,
Sugar Minott,
The Count Five,
The Music Machine,
MC5,
Von Mondo,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.