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 Bahrain and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Blake Baxter,
Oblivians,
Gil Scott Heron,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roxy Music,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Silicon Teens,
David McCallum,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ludus,
Kerri Chandler,
Cheater Slicks,
Pylon,
Q and Not U,
The American Breed,
Rod Modell,
Aswad,
Mo-Dettes,
Sarah Menescal,
The New Christs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Beau Brummels,
the Normal,
La Düsseldorf,
Crooked Eye,
Radio Birdman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kurtis Blow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cowsills,
Livin' Joy,
Swell Maps,
B.T. Express,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jawbox,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Golliwogs,
The Martian,
F. McDonald,
Agent Orange,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Mummies,
Bizarre Inc.,
Franke,
Pere Ubu,
Scan 7,
Zero Boys,
The Fortunes,
Electric Prunes,
Infiniti,
Tomorrow,
The Velvet Underground,
Can,
Davy DMX,
Jacob Miller,
Ronnie Foster,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.