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 Libya and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 Animal Collective 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Warren Ellis,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pantytec,
Amon Düül II,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Television,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Red Krayola,
Fluxion,
Severed Heads,
Godley & Creme,
David Bowie,
Nas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kayak,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Porter Ricks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Audionom,
The Fugs,
Robert Hood,
Japan,
Infiniti,
The Smiths,
Deakin,
Lou Reed,
OOIOO,
The American Breed,
Agent Orange,
Jawbox,
Rites of Spring,
Freddie Wadling,
Fela Kuti,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
UT,
Intrusion,
The Buckinghams,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Knickerbockers,
Buzzcocks,
Anakelly,
The Happenings,
the Sonics,
Tubeway Army,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joe Finger,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Peter and Kerry,
Radio Birdman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Arab on Radar,
PIL,
E-Dancer,
June Days,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.