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 Uruguay 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
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 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 Moebius to the punk 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Faraquet,
Jawbox,
Nik Kershaw,
Index,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scott Walker,
The Saints,
Gichy Dan,
Alphaville,
Minnie Riperton,
Yusef Lateef,
The Associates,
Yellowson,
ABBA,
Albert Ayler,
Rotary Connection,
Audionom,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Piero Umiliani,
Y Pants,
Sex Pistols,
Slave,
Tears for Fears,
Monks,
Pharoah Sanders,
This Heat,
The Blackbyrds,
Nico,
Tommy Roe,
Cameo,
Warsaw,
Rapeman,
Magma,
Nation of Ulysses,
PIL,
Drexciya,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tom Boy,
Lucky Dragons,
Bang On A Can,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Accadde A,
Eli Mardock,
Rakim,
Absolute Body Control,
Jerry's Kids,
Tres Demented,
Skarface,
Smog,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
cv313,
Boogie Down Productions,
Byron Stingily,
Bob Dylan,
Gabor Szabo,
Von Mondo,
June Days,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rosa Yemen,
Glenn Branca,
Unrelated Segments,
Mr. Review,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.