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 Kazakhstan and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Shoche to the punk 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Starr,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Colin Newman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Arab on Radar,
Intrusion,
Popol Vuh,
Groovy Waters,
Aloha Tigers,
Qualms,
Make Up,
The Divine Comedy,
Drexciya,
Ice-T,
Audionom,
Can,
Electric Prunes,
Camouflage,
Pierre Henry,
The Trojans,
The Red Krayola,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Patti Smith,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sarah Menescal,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Lalo Schifrin,
Motorama,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bill Near,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joyce Sims,
Ponytail,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Blues Magoos,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Slits,
Rekid,
Peter & Gordon,
Archie Shepp,
Joe Finger,
Donny Hathaway,
Sixth Finger,
Radiohead,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rites of Spring,
Minny Pops,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Davy DMX,
Rakim,
Wasted Youth,
Average White Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Sheep,
The Sonics,
T.S.O.L.,
Icehouse,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.