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 New Zealand and from Copenhagen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Dead C to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yellowson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Maleditus Sound,
Eric Copeland,
Blossom Toes,
Absolute Body Control,
The Pretty Things,
the Soft Cell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Little Man,
Siglo XX,
the Human League,
Pulsallama,
Funky Four + One,
Oblivians,
Popol Vuh,
Slave,
Jerry's Kids,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lindisfarne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ronnie Foster,
Stiv Bators,
Black Moon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joe Finger,
Pierre Henry,
The Skatalites,
Ronan,
Mr. Review,
Ice-T,
Bill Wells,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ornette Coleman,
Sällskapet,
The Gun Club,
E-Dancer,
Young Marble Giants,
Roxette,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sixth Finger,
Agent Orange,
Loose Ends,
Sam Rivers,
Bluetip,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rotary Connection,
Ten City,
AZ,
Lyres,
The Count Five,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
MC5,
The Flesh Eaters,
10cc,
Erykah Badu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang Starr,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.