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 Kyrgyzstan and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fear to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare,
Roxette,
Average White Band,
Hasil Adkins,
MC5,
Thompson Twins,
Nico,
Grauzone,
Adolescents,
X-101,
Babytalk,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Blackbyrds,
Wolf Eyes,
Pierre Henry,
The Fall,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DJ Sneak,
June Days,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Icehouse,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Morten Harket,
Gang Gang Dance,
Make Up,
Tres Demented,
Ronnie Foster,
Chris & Cosey,
Depeche Mode,
Cluster,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deakin,
The Cramps,
Blake Baxter,
Au Pairs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cameo,
Funkadelic,
La Düsseldorf,
The Tremeloes,
The Mummies,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Dirtbombs,
Suburban Knight,
Howard Jones,
The Gladiators,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Womack,
Barrington Levy,
The Durutti Column,
The Victims,
Warren Ellis,
The Seeds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fuzztones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.