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 Greece and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Donald Fagen 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 Zapp to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Lower 48,
Hot Snakes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Reagan Youth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Youth Brigade,
Colin Newman,
Los Fastidios,
Animal Collective,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
CMW,
Iggy Pop,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jeff Mills,
Warsaw,
Andrew Hill,
Simply Red,
The Walker Brothers,
Wings,
Model 500,
Basic Channel,
The Invisible,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cameo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gichy Dan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Al Stewart,
John Foxx,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Germs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fat Boys,
Negative Approach,
The Leaves,
Easy Going,
Barrington Levy,
Byron Stingily,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pharoah Sanders,
Khruangbin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ronan,
Cheater Slicks,
The Real Kids,
The Red Krayola,
Sällskapet,
Soft Cell,
Alphaville,
Severed Heads,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fire Engines,
The Fugs,
Man Parrish,
Babytalk,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Moby Grape,
Scott Walker,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.