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 Vietnam and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 Max Romeo to the jazz 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Essential Logic,
The Remains,
Malaria!,
The Fire Engines,
Trumans Water,
The Cure,
The Gories,
Sandy B,
Connie Case,
Television,
Big Daddy Kane,
Moebius,
Half Japanese,
F. McDonald,
The Martian,
Severed Heads,
The Trojans,
Japan,
the Normal,
Vainqueur,
Marine Girls,
Eli Mardock,
The Standells,
Boogie Down Productions,
Terry Callier,
The Grass Roots,
Agent Orange,
Symarip,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nirvana,
Fatback Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Maleditus Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Los Fastidios,
Kas Product,
Swans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Max Romeo,
Iggy Pop,
Mark Hollis,
the Association,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yaz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marmalade,
Au Pairs,
Roy Ayers,
The Wake,
The Blues Magoos,
Barrington Levy,
Jandek,
Crime,
John Cale,
Deakin,
Albert Ayler,
Livin' Joy,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.