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 Guyana and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet 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 Robert Hood to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fall,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Moon,
Los Fastidios,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cecil Taylor,
David Axelrod,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dorothy Ashby,
Unwound,
The Gun Club,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Music Machine,
Animal Collective,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Sherman,
Pere Ubu,
Cal Tjader,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Robert Görl,
Johnny Osbourne,
Youth Brigade,
ABC,
Public Enemy,
The Litter,
Joey Negro,
John Cale,
Deepchord,
Soft Cell,
The Barracudas,
Mad Mike,
Stiv Bators,
Peter and Kerry,
The Young Rascals,
Todd Terry,
Camouflage,
The Doors,
Agent Orange,
Lou Christie,
Rotary Connection,
The Cramps,
Absolute Body Control,
Guru Guru,
Wasted Youth,
The Blackbyrds,
Man Parrish,
Gang Green,
Amazonics,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jeff Mills,
X-101,
Accadde A,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aural Exciters,
Marvin Gaye,
Gerry Rafferty,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.