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 Iraq and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator 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 Marine Girls to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Country Teasers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ronnie Foster,
Sugar Minott,
The Techniques,
Blossom Toes,
Chris Corsano,
Circle Jerks,
The Count Five,
Smog,
Patti Smith,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stetsasonic,
Average White Band,
The Human League,
Howard Jones,
Joensuu 1685,
Skriet,
Lindisfarne,
Sam Rivers,
The Gladiators,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jawbox,
The Misunderstood,
Ludus,
Gichy Dan,
Bauhaus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stereo Dub,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Pop Group,
Michelle Simonal,
Swans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Au Pairs,
Silicon Teens,
Sex Pistols,
The Monks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fear,
The Searchers,
Kerri Chandler,
the Bar-Kays,
Letta Mbulu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The United States of America,
Kenny Larkin,
Ralphi Rosario,
Drexciya,
Dark Day,
Ornette Coleman,
Oneida,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Das Ding,
Scion,
Television,
Essential Logic,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.