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 Azerbaijan and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Brick to the crunk 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minnie Riperton,
Ohio Players,
The Seeds,
H. Thieme,
Judy Mowatt,
Hoover,
Unwound,
The Motions,
Neu!,
Can,
LL Cool J,
Matthew Halsall,
The Vogues,
The Alarm Clocks,
Make Up,
Michelle Simonal,
Nik Kershaw,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Cale,
the Germs,
Mary Jane Girls,
David Axelrod,
Dave Gahan,
Joy Division,
Oneida,
Patti Smith,
The Zeros,
The Red Krayola,
Neil Young,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jawbox,
Ken Boothe,
Arcadia,
Stereo Dub,
Man Eating Sloth,
Little Man,
Main Source,
The Young Rascals,
Jeff Lynne,
Lebanon Hanover,
10cc,
The Sonics,
UT,
Wings,
Jerry's Kids,
Intrusion,
Japan,
The Fuzztones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tomorrow,
Clear Light,
Animal Collective,
Theoretical Girls,
Steve Hackett,
Average White Band,
Black Flag,
Trumans Water,
The Mojo Men,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.