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 Belarus and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Agitation Free to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Tubeway Army,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
Robert Hood,
Groovy Waters,
Arcadia,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
T.S.O.L.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Cale,
Minutemen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
June Days,
Accadde A,
Goldenarms,
Ossler,
Marc Almond,
Anakelly,
The Names,
Jawbox,
Henry Cow,
Piero Umiliani,
The American Breed,
Robert Wyatt,
The Buckinghams,
Essential Logic,
Brass Construction,
Erasure,
UT,
Supertramp,
Pierre Henry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cal Tjader,
Make Up,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fortunes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rotary Connection,
Rites of Spring,
The Blues Magoos,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Malaria!,
Bobby Womack,
Mark Hollis,
The Mojo Men,
Harmonia,
the Normal,
Alphaville,
Marmalade,
The Skatalites,
Don Cherry,
Tim Buckley,
Liliput,
Darondo,
Bush Tetras,
The Pop Group,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Niagra,
Suicide,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.