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 Moldova and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ossler to the punk 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Franke,
Toni Rubio,
The Evens,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Associates,
The Litter,
Peter & Gordon,
Soulsonic Force,
Freddie Wadling,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bizarre Inc.,
Connie Case,
Rod Modell,
Albert Ayler,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mars,
Talk Talk,
The Neon Judgement,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang of Four,
D'Angelo,
Scott Walker,
Ossler,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Make Up,
Symarip,
Yellowson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scratch Acid,
Rosa Yemen,
Sixth Finger,
Mark Hollis,
Fugazi,
Pharoah Sanders,
Amon Düül,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sällskapet,
Sonic Youth,
Black Sheep,
ABC,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Techniques,
Con Funk Shun,
The Blackbyrds,
Patti Smith,
The Knickerbockers,
Harmonia,
Massinfluence,
La Düsseldorf,
Eden Ahbez,
Easy Going,
The Detroit Cobras,
Erasure,
Vainqueur,
Nick Fraelich,
Sex Pistols,
Main Source,
Hardrive,
The Slackers,
X-102,
the Soft Cell,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.