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 Belgium and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
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 linndrum 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Ohio Players,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Excepter,
John Foxx,
Janne Schatter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Electric Prunes,
Livin' Joy,
Symarip,
Whodini,
Sight & Sound,
MC5,
Eli Mardock,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Index,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Doors,
Lebanon Hanover,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Amazonics,
Das Ding,
Warren Ellis,
Zapp,
Minutemen,
Bob Dylan,
Blossom Toes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Flipper,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scott Walker,
World's Most,
Soul Sonic Force,
Swell Maps,
Pagans,
Cheater Slicks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grauzone,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Qualms,
R.M.O.,
Desert Stars,
Adolescents,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jeff Lynne,
Bootsy Collins,
Deepchord,
Cecil Taylor,
Heaven 17,
Maleditus Sound,
Soft Cell,
Matthew Bourne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chris & Cosey,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Christie,
Pierre Henry,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.