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 Bolivia and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe 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 Jeff Mills to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Amon Düül II,
Dead Boys,
The Gories,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wings,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scrapy,
Yellowson,
Colin Newman,
Barbara Tucker,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bootsy Collins,
Bill Wells,
Sound Behaviour,
These Immortal Souls,
Pulsallama,
The Motions,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dark Day,
David Bowie,
Johnny Clarke,
Rufus Thomas,
Cluster,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eddi Front,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Country Teasers,
The Fortunes,
Byron Stingily,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Names,
the Soft Cell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Von Mondo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wolf Eyes,
Alton Ellis,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Velvet Underground,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Trojans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Invisible,
The Birthday Party,
Outsiders,
Harmonia,
The Real Kids,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Flag,
Adolescents,
Sällskapet,
Franke,
Sight & Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Flipper,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Vladislav Delay,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.