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 Tanzania and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultravox,
Ludus,
kango's stein massive,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Anthony Braxton,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fugazi,
Matthew Halsall,
Kaleidoscope,
Jacques Brel,
Crooked Eye,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ten City,
Basic Channel,
Jeru the Damaja,
Con Funk Shun,
Youth Brigade,
Magazine,
Cybotron,
Circle Jerks,
The Moleskins,
The Toasters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marc Almond,
Lindisfarne,
The Trojans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cameo,
Wolf Eyes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ituana,
Aswad,
Bronski Beat,
Tommy Roe,
Brick,
The Evens,
The Cure,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
E-Dancer,
Colin Newman,
Glenn Branca,
Stiv Bators,
Desert Stars,
Kas Product,
Dave Gahan,
Half Japanese,
Terrestrial Tones,
Japan,
Crime,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Goldenarms,
Grandmaster Flash,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Faraquet,
Bluetip,
The Techniques,
Buzzcocks,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.