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 Kuwait and from Lagos.
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 Lyon and Beijing.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mantronix to the dance 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Erasure,
Grandmaster Flash,
Big Daddy Kane,
Letta Mbulu,
Rufus Thomas,
Shoche,
David Bowie,
Fugazi,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aaron Thompson,
Little Man,
Colin Newman,
Saccharine Trust,
Judy Mowatt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alice Coltrane,
Jandek,
Mr. Review,
Gong,
The Zeros,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Techniques,
Slave,
Joy Division,
Mad Mike,
Sexual Harrassment,
Talk Talk,
Flamin' Groovies,
Be Bop Deluxe,
ABBA,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Q and Not U,
The Searchers,
Susan Cadogan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fatback Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ornette Coleman,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Smiths,
Pussy Galore,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Warsaw,
Tubeway Army,
Jerry's Kids,
Ituana,
Con Funk Shun,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Boredoms,
Clear Light,
Underground Resistance,
Graham Central Station,
The Fortunes,
KRS-One,
Bang On A Can,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Leaves,
Piero Umiliani,
Popol Vuh,
Black Bananas,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.