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 France and from London.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Terrestrial Tones to the funk 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Skriet,
Dave Gahan,
Warren Ellis,
Roger Hodgson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Happenings,
Supertramp,
The Smoke,
Pagans,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric Copeland,
Alice Coltrane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Procol Harum,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Althea and Donna,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pussy Galore,
John Foxx,
Gregory Isaacs,
Unwound,
Hot Snakes,
Panda Bear,
Flipper,
Wire,
Bobby Byrd,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Names,
Terry Callier,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Golliwogs,
DJ Style,
Lou Christie,
Kas Product,
Jacques Brel,
Chrome,
Fela Kuti,
PIL,
Young Marble Giants,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Morten Harket,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Carl Craig,
The Moody Blues,
Spandau Ballet,
Dawn Penn,
David Axelrod,
Second Layer,
Goldenarms,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Music Machine,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Standells,
Scratch Acid,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Kinks,
Swans,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.