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 Cyprus and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Livin' Joy,
Bang On A Can,
H. Thieme,
Von Mondo,
Ponytail,
Q65,
Radiopuhelimet,
Con Funk Shun,
The Alarm Clocks,
B.T. Express,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Real Kids,
Das Ding,
Yusef Lateef,
Oblivians,
The J.B.'s,
Khruangbin,
Quadrant,
Infiniti,
The Index,
Ice-T,
Piero Umiliani,
Subhumans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thee Headcoats,
T.S.O.L.,
Toni Rubio,
Icehouse,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Durutti Column,
Excepter,
Cecil Taylor,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Sonics,
Mad Mike,
Johnny Osbourne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
David Bowie,
Brass Construction,
Bob Dylan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mr. Review,
Jesper Dahlback,
Man Parrish,
The Names,
Shuggie Otis,
L. Decosne,
Marc Almond,
Sällskapet,
Symarip,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Doors,
Reagan Youth,
the Slits,
U.S. Maple,
Albert Ayler,
Sixth Finger,
Main Source,
Public Enemy,
Kayak,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.