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 Iceland and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar 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 Sarah Menescal to the funk 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Carl Craig,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Moss Icon,
Mark Hollis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Echospace,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Leaves,
Shuggie Otis,
The Velvet Underground,
Stockholm Monsters,
Japan,
Rufus Thomas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Oneida,
The Fugs,
Gong,
Scott Walker,
Easy Going,
Little Man,
Stereo Dub,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gun Club,
Ohio Players,
Don Cherry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
New York Dolls,
H. Thieme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
T. Rex,
Outsiders,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Tremeloes,
The Evens,
Bush Tetras,
The Walker Brothers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang Green,
Alton Ellis,
Lalann,
Max Romeo,
Public Enemy,
Sixth Finger,
Rosa Yemen,
the Human League,
Deakin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
World's Most,
Hasil Adkins,
Soulsonic Force,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Silicon Teens,
The Pop Group,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Babytalk,
Scion,
The Fuzztones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
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.