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 Mali and from Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Drive Like Jehu to the jazz 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Johnny Osbourne,
Brand Nubian,
Khruangbin,
Matthew Bourne,
Talk Talk,
Faust,
CMW,
Severed Heads,
Sparks,
The Searchers,
Yazoo,
The Victims,
Pierre Henry,
Porter Ricks,
Brass Construction,
Camberwell Now,
The Velvet Underground,
Derrick May,
Popol Vuh,
F. McDonald,
Boogie Down Productions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cybotron,
Alton Ellis,
Black Flag,
Dark Day,
The Electric Prunes,
The Happenings,
Second Layer,
ABC,
Outsiders,
Accadde A,
Terrestrial Tones,
H. Thieme,
The Smiths,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Easy Going,
Jandek,
Fad Gadget,
Crispy Ambulance,
UT,
Con Funk Shun,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rites of Spring,
Freddie Wadling,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scrapy,
Warsaw,
Black Bananas,
Shoche,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Sherman,
Franke,
Subhumans,
FM Einheit,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.