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 Paraguay and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
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 The Slits to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Deepchord,
Thompson Twins,
Juan Atkins,
Josef K,
Camouflage,
Sight & Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
Kenny Larkin,
Funky Four + One,
The Walker Brothers,
Soft Machine,
Pylon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Leonard Cohen,
Robert Görl,
Darondo,
Fatback Band,
Los Fastidios,
FM Einheit,
Tommy Roe,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mars,
Cybotron,
Byron Stingily,
Soul II Soul,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pet Shop Boys,
Warsaw,
MC5,
X-101,
Ludus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Von Mondo,
Albert Ayler,
Flipper,
Lakeside,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hasil Adkins,
H. Thieme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tom Boy,
Deakin,
John Holt,
U.S. Maple,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fear,
T.S.O.L.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pharoah Sanders,
Silicon Teens,
The Count Five,
Black Pus,
Sparks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Whodini,
The Sound,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.