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 Taipei.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker,
Arcadia,
Mr. Review,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultravox,
Amon Düül,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Porter Ricks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Schoolly D,
Clear Light,
Freddie Wadling,
Todd Terry,
Grauzone,
Radio Birdman,
Tears for Fears,
Swell Maps,
Tim Buckley,
Brand Nubian,
Warren Ellis,
Easy Going,
Charles Mingus,
The Moleskins,
World's Most,
A Certain Ratio,
Half Japanese,
Sparks,
Alton Ellis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scan 7,
Mark Hollis,
Danielle Patucci,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Reed,
David Bowie,
Wasted Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Susan Cadogan,
The Pretty Things,
Sun City Girls,
Procol Harum,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Second Layer,
The Black Dice,
Organ,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gun Club,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dead Boys,
Swans,
Crime,
Moebius,
Lee Hazlewood,
Essential Logic,
Outsiders,
Scratch Acid,
Sound Behaviour,
Derrick May,
Niagra,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.