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 Antigua and from Johannesburg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Suburban Knight to the grunge 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Procol Harum,
The Fire Engines,
Jawbox,
The Vogues,
Public Enemy,
Oblivians,
The Mojo Men,
T. Rex,
The Gun Club,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tears for Fears,
DNA,
Symarip,
Curtis Mayfield,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fortunes,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Grass Roots,
The Cramps,
Oneida,
Shuggie Otis,
Electric Prunes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Connie Case,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grauzone,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deakin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Banda Bassotti,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Dead C,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Desert Stars,
Joe Finger,
Don Cherry,
Buzzcocks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joensuu 1685,
Section 25,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Slits,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nico,
Pierre Henry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sandy B,
The Buckinghams,
Susan Cadogan,
Hashim,
Scott Walker,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Sheep,
Ultravox,
Von Mondo,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Barracudas,
Todd Rundgren,
The Sonics,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.