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 Cameroon 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Gong to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Ultravox,
Tropical Tobacco,
Panda Bear,
Soulsonic Force,
Kayak,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Subhumans,
The Pretty Things,
Bob Dylan,
Sugar Minott,
The Evens,
One Last Wish,
Quando Quango,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
These Immortal Souls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Sherman,
10cc,
Wasted Youth,
The Count Five,
Eddi Front,
Easy Going,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Coltrane,
The Neon Judgement,
The Selecter,
kango's stein massive,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jandek,
Avey Tare,
Laurel Aitken,
Joy Division,
Thee Headcoats,
Lee Hazlewood,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Swans,
Con Funk Shun,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Womack,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Oneida,
Visage,
The Sound,
New Age Steppers,
Lightning Bolt,
Absolute Body Control,
Section 25,
Buzzcocks,
Agitation Free,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quadrant,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Chris Corsano,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.