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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe 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 Reuben Wilson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Josef K,
Bang On A Can,
The Count Five,
Procol Harum,
Marine Girls,
Ronan,
The Blackbyrds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Move,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Isaac Hayes,
Reuben Wilson,
Arcadia,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crooked Eye,
The Stooges,
Deadbeat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Pop Group,
Barbara Tucker,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Sound,
Masters at Work,
Young Marble Giants,
Wasted Youth,
The Offenders,
cv313,
Anthony Braxton,
the Swans,
Warren Ellis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Audionom,
Matthew Bourne,
Wings,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eden Ahbez,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cure,
Blake Baxter,
Soul II Soul,
The Fuzztones,
The Invisible,
Slick Rick,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yellowson,
Pulsallama,
The Residents,
Barry Ungar,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Peter and Kerry,
Soft Machine,
Trumans Water,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Slackers,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.