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 Seychelles and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Sexual Harrassment to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Mandrill,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Human League,
Joy Division,
Ituana,
Morten Harket,
Scan 7,
Pantytec,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Popol Vuh,
Eli Mardock,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gun Club,
JFA,
Urselle,
kango's stein massive,
Agent Orange,
Cal Tjader,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alice Coltrane,
Kerrie Biddell,
Clear Light,
Marmalade,
Massinfluence,
Colin Newman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Masters at Work,
The Seeds,
Byron Stingily,
The Names,
Graham Central Station,
Wings,
EPMD,
Jacques Brel,
Godley & Creme,
ABC,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wolf Eyes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
World's Most,
Public Image Ltd.,
Agitation Free,
Intrusion,
Ultravox,
MC5,
Smog,
Nils Olav,
The Gap Band,
Country Teasers,
Bad Manners,
Bill Wells,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kas Product,
Gang Gang Dance,
Shoche,
Altered Images,
Dave Gahan,
La Düsseldorf,
Cymande,
Grauzone,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.