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 Andorra and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 Au Pairs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Moby Grape,
The Associates,
AZ,
R.M.O.,
Depeche Mode,
Animal Collective,
Charles Mingus,
Lakeside,
Pagans,
LL Cool J,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Leonard Cohen,
cv313,
Sun City Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Tres Demented,
Saccharine Trust,
The Doobie Brothers,
David Axelrod,
The Toasters,
Magazine,
Warren Ellis,
Reuben Wilson,
Dawn Penn,
The Smiths,
The Modern Lovers,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Standells,
The Names,
PIL,
Dave Gahan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Beau Brummels,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Byrd,
Peter and Kerry,
K-Klass,
Gabor Szabo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Flag,
Gang Green,
Circle Jerks,
Black Pus,
Freddie Wadling,
Shuggie Otis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Sherman,
Skaos,
Nils Olav,
Minnie Riperton,
Public Enemy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eurythmics,
Rapeman,
Yellowson,
Sandy B,
Nirvana,
The Litter,
Lower 48,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.