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 Sudan and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare 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 Sonic Youth to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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 Zeros,
Warren Ellis,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang Starr,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Moleskins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Normal,
Fluxion,
Jeff Mills,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Khruangbin,
The Index,
B.T. Express,
10cc,
The Smoke,
Pet Shop Boys,
Boredoms,
Camberwell Now,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dennis Brown,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lalann,
Isaac Hayes,
Quadrant,
Judy Mowatt,
Piero Umiliani,
Josef K,
Talk Talk,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Al Stewart,
Desert Stars,
Quantec,
Wally Richardson,
Wolf Eyes,
Franke,
Niagra,
Iggy Pop,
Pylon,
cv313,
Eric Copeland,
The American Breed,
Chris & Cosey,
The Misunderstood,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Tremeloes,
The Mummies,
Susan Cadogan,
E-Dancer,
Suicide,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Das Ding,
Derrick Morgan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cheater Slicks,
The Barracudas,
In Retrospect,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Monochrome Set,
Unrelated Segments,
New Order,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.