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 Iran 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Black Moon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bauhaus,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Mojo Men,
the Germs,
Yellowson,
Isaac Hayes,
Zero Boys,
Mad Mike,
Quando Quango,
The Red Krayola,
Tres Demented,
Cheater Slicks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Can,
Deakin,
Max Romeo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Mummies,
Sound Behaviour,
Johnny Osbourne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Todd Terry,
The Happenings,
Pharoah Sanders,
Suburban Knight,
The Toasters,
The Electric Prunes,
Scrapy,
Echospace,
Blossom Toes,
Blancmange,
Minutemen,
F. McDonald,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Niagra,
Make Up,
Cluster,
Ohio Players,
Freddie Wadling,
Intrusion,
Alton Ellis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fuzztones,
The United States of America,
Nico,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tom Boy,
Rapeman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Unrelated Segments,
cv313,
Drexciya,
Reuben Wilson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.