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 Laos and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Donald Fagen 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 Grey Daturas to the punk 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eddi Front,
The Modern Lovers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Severed Heads,
Hashim,
the Fania All-Stars,
Newcleus,
Chris & Cosey,
The Mummies,
Marc Almond,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Accadde A,
Bad Manners,
Blake Baxter,
Buzzcocks,
Cluster,
The Happenings,
Funkadelic,
Lyres,
Babytalk,
R.M.O.,
Echospace,
The Golliwogs,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Flag,
The Velvet Underground,
World's Most,
Gichy Dan,
Roxy Music,
June of 44,
Marvin Gaye,
Crash Course in Science,
Pagans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
kango's stein massive,
Silicon Teens,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scion,
Zapp,
Wire,
Lucky Dragons,
Angry Samoans,
Moebius,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Tremeloes,
The Standells,
PIL,
Nick Fraelich,
Adolescents,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rites of Spring,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Schoolly D,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.