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 Sri Lanka and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 Crispy Ambulance to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Scientists,
Henry Cow,
The Litter,
Liliput,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lakeside,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crash Course in Science,
Deepchord,
Todd Terry,
Faraquet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Anakelly,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Oblivians,
Supertramp,
Yazoo,
Loose Ends,
Urselle,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cheater Slicks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cure,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Blackbyrds,
Eurythmics,
Animal Collective,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Faust,
Dead Boys,
Tears for Fears,
Hasil Adkins,
Chris & Cosey,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roger Hodgson,
Amazonics,
Nas,
These Immortal Souls,
Ituana,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jawbox,
Harmonia,
Darondo,
Franke,
Slave,
Harry Pussy,
U.S. Maple,
The Slits,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cramps,
Todd Rundgren,
Flipper,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ronan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aswad,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.