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 Iraq and from Shanghai.
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 Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grauzone,
Ohio Players,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Peter & Gordon,
Scion,
The Blackbyrds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hashim,
Groovy Waters,
The Count Five,
The Searchers,
The Gun Club,
Ultravox,
Second Layer,
T. Rex,
Pole,
Soft Machine,
Guru Guru,
Little Man,
The Sound,
Jeff Mills,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Star Department,
Monolake,
Moby Grape,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Fugazi,
Dawn Penn,
Tom Boy,
L. Decosne,
Cameo,
CMW,
Motorama,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wasted Youth,
Blake Baxter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fire Engines,
The Mummies,
DJ Sneak,
Eden Ahbez,
Wally Richardson,
The Skatalites,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fatback Band,
Agitation Free,
Leonard Cohen,
Circle Jerks,
Heaven 17,
Warsaw,
Jeff Lynne,
Vladislav Delay,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alice Coltrane,
ABC,
Bronski Beat,
Can,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.