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 Latvia and from Stockholm.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Move to the rock 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
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,
Camberwell Now,
Toni Rubio,
Average White Band,
Newcleus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fatback Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The J.B.'s,
Royal Trux,
Country Teasers,
The Smoke,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Surgeon,
DJ Style,
Bill Near,
Drexciya,
Alice Coltrane,
The Vogues,
PIL,
Ronnie Foster,
Dave Gahan,
Robert Görl,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soul Sonic Force,
Harmonia,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
8 Eyed Spy,
Oneida,
Monks,
June of 44,
Sällskapet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amon Düül,
Aloha Tigers,
Mantronix,
Angry Samoans,
The Five Americans,
Reuben Wilson,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Victims,
Sam Rivers,
Davy DMX,
Kaleidoscope,
Lungfish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eddi Front,
AZ,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deadbeat,
Graham Central Station,
Soul II Soul,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Suicide,
Charles Mingus,
the Sonics,
Don Cherry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Juan Atkins,
Albert Ayler,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.