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 Slovakia and from Edmonton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 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 Aural Exciters to the punk 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Japan,
Dennis Brown,
Arthur Verocai,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
FM Einheit,
Crooked Eye,
Masters at Work,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Smoke,
U.S. Maple,
Danielle Patucci,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Desert Stars,
Liliput,
Dead Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
Soul II Soul,
Sex Pistols,
The Kinks,
Radiohead,
The Slits,
Nico,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Christie,
Trumans Water,
Moss Icon,
Althea and Donna,
The Toasters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Echospace,
Anthony Braxton,
Q65,
Pantytec,
New York Dolls,
Pere Ubu,
Sarah Menescal,
Malaria!,
Lakeside,
Lalann,
Anakelly,
Tubeway Army,
Royal Trux,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Skatalites,
Soft Machine,
Minutemen,
Bronski Beat,
The Sonics,
Jacob Miller,
Audionom,
Livin' Joy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Von Mondo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.