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 Columbus.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
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 clarinet 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
DNA,
cv313,
One Last Wish,
the Sonics,
The Blues Magoos,
ABC,
Skriet,
Joy Division,
Q and Not U,
Blossom Toes,
Man Parrish,
Loose Ends,
Joe Smooth,
Sight & Sound,
Monolake,
The Knickerbockers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
David McCallum,
Sällskapet,
T. Rex,
Gong,
10cc,
Grandmaster Flash,
Robert Wyatt,
Drexciya,
Wire,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Curtis Mayfield,
X-Ray Spex,
Marc Almond,
The Music Machine,
Pagans,
Echospace,
Janne Schatter,
Anthony Braxton,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grauzone,
Tres Demented,
Tom Boy,
Pierre Henry,
Roger Hodgson,
Section 25,
Cybotron,
Kenny Larkin,
The Neon Judgement,
Isaac Hayes,
Soul II Soul,
Cal Tjader,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Terrestrial Tones,
Royal Trux,
Nick Fraelich,
June Days,
Amazonics,
Minutemen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Negative Approach,
Sarah Menescal,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.