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 Kosovo and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 Trumans Water to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
The Golliwogs,
Marvin Gaye,
The United States of America,
Monks,
Gang Green,
Carl Craig,
Television Personalities,
Tom Boy,
Second Layer,
Byron Stingily,
Moebius,
Y Pants,
X-101,
Monolake,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed,
Gerry Rafferty,
Goldenarms,
Excepter,
The Star Department,
The Pretty Things,
Mandrill,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scott Walker,
DJ Style,
The Seeds,
Gil Scott Heron,
Agitation Free,
Lungfish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Blossom Toes,
UT,
Chris & Cosey,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Peter and Kerry,
Iggy Pop,
Talk Talk,
Traffic Nightmare,
T. Rex,
Sparks,
MDC,
Khruangbin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Surgeon,
Aswad,
John Lydon,
Janne Schatter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Underground Resistance,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
T.S.O.L.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The J.B.'s,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aaron Thompson,
Godley & Creme,
Banda Bassotti,
Roy Ayers,
E-Dancer,
Eric B and Rakim,
Masters at Work,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.