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 Kosovo and from New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tubeway Army to the techno 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Rosa Yemen,
Sight & Sound,
Dead Boys,
Swans,
Khruangbin,
Theoretical Girls,
Jandek,
Robert Wyatt,
New Age Steppers,
Hashim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Agent Orange,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Motions,
Scientists,
The Last Poets,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Pus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Monolake,
Fifty Foot Hose,
A Certain Ratio,
Cymande,
Echospace,
The Invisible,
ABC,
The Monks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yaz,
Maleditus Sound,
Soul II Soul,
Nas,
John Foxx,
Qualms,
Lou Reed,
Sexual Harrassment,
Graham Central Station,
Erasure,
The American Breed,
Fugazi,
Section 25,
Funkadelic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
New York Dolls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Blues Magoos,
Slave,
Spandau Ballet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lakeside,
Blake Baxter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Albert Ayler,
Lucky Dragons,
Darondo,
Soft Machine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Count Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.