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 Canada and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Pole to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Black Bananas,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Star Department,
Procol Harum,
Faust,
Duran Duran,
The Raincoats,
Camouflage,
Magma,
R.M.O.,
Fad Gadget,
Howard Jones,
Man Eating Sloth,
Don Cherry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Remains,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Womack,
Television Personalities,
Public Image Ltd.,
Monks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Q and Not U,
the Swans,
Marine Girls,
Shoche,
Sixth Finger,
Skriet,
Sun Ra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Moody Blues,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fugs,
the Germs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Leonard Cohen,
Crime,
Y Pants,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
One Last Wish,
Sarah Menescal,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aswad,
Jeff Lynne,
Adolescents,
Franke,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wire,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hardrive,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.