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 the UAE and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Juan Atkins,
Mark Hollis,
Michelle Simonal,
The Busters,
Icehouse,
Harpers Bizarre,
June of 44,
Gang Gang Dance,
Amon Düül II,
Camberwell Now,
Mantronix,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scientists,
The Dead C,
The Golliwogs,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pere Ubu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
X-Ray Spex,
Little Man,
cv313,
Reagan Youth,
Swell Maps,
Fear,
Arab on Radar,
The Barracudas,
The Real Kids,
Nils Olav,
The Detroit Cobras,
Matthew Halsall,
UT,
Chrome,
The Stooges,
Sixth Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hashim,
Ohio Players,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dark Day,
Theoretical Girls,
The Sonics,
Barry Ungar,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sarah Menescal,
Japan,
Black Bananas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Leaves,
Visage,
Oblivians,
OOIOO,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fatback Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Gong,
Nick Fraelich,
Buzzcocks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Skatalites,
Quantec,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.