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 Hungary and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Main Source,
Sun Ra,
Procol Harum,
Colin Newman,
Young Marble Giants,
Cecil Taylor,
Fear,
the Bar-Kays,
Circle Jerks,
Electric Prunes,
Piero Umiliani,
Flamin' Groovies,
T. Rex,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Grass Roots,
The Residents,
Dead Boys,
Suburban Knight,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Angry Samoans,
Aswad,
Yusef Lateef,
The Index,
Zero Boys,
Parry Music,
Radiohead,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Popol Vuh,
Surgeon,
John Holt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
FM Einheit,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Five Americans,
Fugazi,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Bananas,
The Motions,
Kaleidoscope,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bronski Beat,
The American Breed,
Aloha Tigers,
Rod Modell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sight & Sound,
Boredoms,
Ludus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mars,
Echospace,
Dave Gahan,
Joensuu 1685,
Sound Behaviour,
Connie Case,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.