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 Estonia and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Glenn Branca to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
John Coltrane,
Clear Light,
Bang On A Can,
Aswad,
June of 44,
Grey Daturas,
Pussy Galore,
Curtis Mayfield,
F. McDonald,
Unrelated Segments,
Monolake,
Little Man,
Whodini,
Ultravox,
Section 25,
Flash Fearless,
Kenny Larkin,
Radio Birdman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Agent Orange,
the Association,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
CMW,
Eric Dolphy,
Goldenarms,
Los Fastidios,
The Victims,
The Dirtbombs,
JFA,
Terrestrial Tones,
Maurizio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
In Retrospect,
Rod Modell,
The Electric Prunes,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mission of Burma,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Five Americans,
Lindisfarne,
Patti Smith,
Joensuu 1685,
Donny Hathaway,
Cecil Taylor,
Todd Terry,
Thompson Twins,
Neu!,
Matthew Halsall,
Mr. Review,
David Axelrod,
Al Stewart,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stereo Dub,
Hasil Adkins,
These Immortal Souls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gichy Dan,
Colin Newman,
Technova,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.