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 Iceland and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Angry Samoans to the techno 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Jimmy McGriff,
Delta 5,
PIL,
Byron Stingily,
Marc Almond,
June Days,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Harry Pussy,
The Monochrome Set,
Althea and Donna,
Gabor Szabo,
The Real Kids,
Sarah Menescal,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marmalade,
Sight & Sound,
Deakin,
Faraquet,
Skaos,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nico,
Mantronix,
Arcadia,
Underground Resistance,
Jawbox,
Oblivians,
The Flesh Eaters,
Oneida,
Vainqueur,
Graham Central Station,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Cale,
Circle Jerks,
Surgeon,
The Skatalites,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crispy Ambulance,
Organ,
Urselle,
Tom Boy,
The Tremeloes,
Lungfish,
David Bowie,
L. Decosne,
John Coltrane,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Womack,
Judy Mowatt,
Anthony Braxton,
The Young Rascals,
The Last Poets,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eurythmics,
Ohio Players,
Q65,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Subhumans,
Radio Birdman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Associates,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.