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 Andorra and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kool Moe Dee to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
John Foxx,
Main Source,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Knickerbockers,
Peter and Kerry,
the Germs,
The Leaves,
Trumans Water,
Sam Rivers,
Jacques Brel,
The Fall,
The Young Rascals,
Das Ding,
The Dave Clark Five,
T.S.O.L.,
Big Daddy Kane,
UT,
The Evens,
Rakim,
a-ha,
Isaac Hayes,
Chris Corsano,
The Kinks,
Sonic Youth,
Bauhaus,
Flipper,
Blake Baxter,
Adolescents,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Young Marble Giants,
Derrick Morgan,
Monolake,
Roxette,
Severed Heads,
U.S. Maple,
Wasted Youth,
Sight & Sound,
Tubeway Army,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alphaville,
Rosa Yemen,
Fela Kuti,
Kas Product,
Chris & Cosey,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Smog,
Tim Buckley,
Joensuu 1685,
Y Pants,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neil Young,
Lakeside,
Joyce Sims,
Mars,
Archie Shepp,
The Golliwogs,
World's Most,
Joy Division,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Arab on Radar,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.