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 Lithuania and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Absolute Body Control to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros 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?
Mark Hollis,
Henry Cow,
The Knickerbockers,
Animal Collective,
Inner City,
Isaac Hayes,
Anakelly,
Sixth Finger,
The Music Machine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Leonard Cohen,
PIL,
Grandmaster Flash,
Suicide,
CMW,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Procol Harum,
The Dirtbombs,
U.S. Maple,
Main Source,
Yaz,
Accadde A,
Half Japanese,
Simply Red,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Country Teasers,
Dave Gahan,
the Soft Cell,
Pantaleimon,
Neu!,
Freddie Wadling,
The Black Dice,
Hasil Adkins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
B.T. Express,
Glenn Branca,
E-Dancer,
Clear Light,
Letta Mbulu,
Bad Manners,
The Pretty Things,
The Smiths,
Barbara Tucker,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Christie,
Liliput,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
James White and The Blacks,
Swans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Junior Murvin,
The Remains,
Sarah Menescal,
Kenny Larkin,
Banda Bassotti,
Pharoah Sanders,
Albert Ayler,
Bootsy Collins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sex Pistols,
Marc Almond,
Nils Olav,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.