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 China and from Copenhagen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the punk 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Dead Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Chris & Cosey,
Icehouse,
Altered Images,
Surgeon,
The Buckinghams,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sällskapet,
Ludus,
Los Fastidios,
Darondo,
Lou Reed,
Bauhaus,
Lungfish,
Bill Wells,
The Index,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Albert Ayler,
Spoonie Gee,
Tomorrow,
Aswad,
Bobby Womack,
Technova,
Dave Gahan,
Letta Mbulu,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Litter,
New Order,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rufus Thomas,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gories,
Fela Kuti,
Matthew Halsall,
Mission of Burma,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Real Kids,
New York Dolls,
Intrusion,
ABBA,
Jerry Gold Smith,
D'Angelo,
Jeff Lynne,
Hardrive,
Joyce Sims,
The Fortunes,
Todd Rundgren,
E-Dancer,
Throbbing Gristle,
Slick Rick,
Eli Mardock,
Infiniti,
Cameo,
Audionom,
Jimmy McGriff,
James White and The Blacks,
Arab on Radar,
Godley & Creme,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.