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 Eritrea and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bootsy Collins to the techno 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Khruangbin,
Gil Scott Heron,
These Immortal Souls,
Scott Walker,
Newcleus,
Q65,
Eric Dolphy,
Talk Talk,
a-ha,
Neu!,
Quantec,
X-Ray Spex,
Popol Vuh,
The Techniques,
Black Pus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ossler,
Dead Boys,
The Stooges,
Blossom Toes,
Grauzone,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Birthday Party,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sun City Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Remains,
Black Flag,
The Tremeloes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scion,
Whodini,
the Slits,
Gabor Szabo,
Sister Nancy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jandek,
Aural Exciters,
Chrome,
The Angels of Light,
Dual Sessions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Skatalites,
Lalann,
The Real Kids,
The Moody Blues,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Subhumans,
Albert Ayler,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
Michelle Simonal,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sex Pistols,
The Cramps,
The Modern Lovers,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mojo Men,
CMW,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.