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 Senegal and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ponytail to the disco 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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Pantaleimon,
The Golliwogs,
Infiniti,
Thompson Twins,
Excepter,
Tears for Fears,
Matthew Bourne,
10cc,
The Mojo Men,
PIL,
Vladislav Delay,
Jandek,
Audionom,
Isaac Hayes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Pop Group,
Kaleidoscope,
L. Decosne,
The Fuzztones,
Todd Terry,
Ronnie Foster,
Slick Rick,
The Electric Prunes,
Crash Course in Science,
Flash Fearless,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soul II Soul,
The Moleskins,
The Associates,
Organ,
Oblivians,
Lightning Bolt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Glenn Branca,
Arcadia,
Slave,
Peter and Kerry,
Jeff Lynne,
Amon Düül II,
Los Fastidios,
Archie Shepp,
Quando Quango,
Circle Jerks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rites of Spring,
The Searchers,
Buzzcocks,
Section 25,
Au Pairs,
Janne Schatter,
Hoover,
Prince Buster,
Don Cherry,
Sixth Finger,
Ice-T,
The Busters,
Chrome,
Goldenarms,
Talk Talk,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.