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 Honduras and from Lyon.
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 Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 The Monks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Cymande,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stockholm Monsters,
Glenn Branca,
Fatback Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lindisfarne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soft Machine,
Sister Nancy,
Ornette Coleman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hot Snakes,
Carl Craig,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Josef K,
Colin Newman,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cramps,
Swell Maps,
Faust,
Grey Daturas,
Eurythmics,
Funky Four + One,
Brass Construction,
Porter Ricks,
Bauhaus,
David Axelrod,
Frankie Knuckles,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Monks,
Laurel Aitken,
Henry Cow,
Jerry's Kids,
Smog,
The Fire Engines,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Move,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camberwell Now,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gladiators,
Bronski Beat,
The Knickerbockers,
Whodini,
John Coltrane,
The New Christs,
Yellowson,
Fear,
Tears for Fears,
The Cowsills,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mark Hollis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lightning Bolt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sonic Youth,
Circle Jerks,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.