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 Guatemala and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 The Vogues to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
The Velvet Underground,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Christie,
48th St. Collective,
Sam Rivers,
June of 44,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bang On A Can,
Laurel Aitken,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sun Ra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Byrd,
Arthur Verocai,
Rotary Connection,
Spoonie Gee,
Thompson Twins,
LL Cool J,
The Evens,
Steve Hackett,
This Heat,
The Busters,
Goldenarms,
Pantytec,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Toasters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Sound,
The Black Dice,
Bill Near,
the Slits,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eric Dolphy,
Metal Thangz,
Pere Ubu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ossler,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Litter,
Johnny Clarke,
Heaven 17,
These Immortal Souls,
The Doors,
Matthew Bourne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lou Reed,
The Pretty Things,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scratch Acid,
Shuggie Otis,
Aural Exciters,
The Seeds,
X-101,
Lalo Schifrin,
Leonard Cohen,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.