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 Korea North and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Beau Brummels to the techno 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Arthur Verocai,
L. Decosne,
Bad Manners,
The Moody Blues,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aloha Tigers,
Cheater Slicks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Moby Grape,
Unwound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ludus,
Lee Hazlewood,
Freddie Wadling,
The Toasters,
the Association,
The Dirtbombs,
Scientists,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Zapp,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Mummies,
Au Pairs,
Black Flag,
Roy Ayers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bauhaus,
Boz Scaggs,
Dual Sessions,
Frankie Knuckles,
48th St. Collective,
Stiv Bators,
Circle Jerks,
Chrome,
Whodini,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Funky Four + One,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Moon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Swell Maps,
Suicide,
UT,
Von Mondo,
Radiohead,
Magma,
Ultimate Spinach,
Slave,
Icehouse,
Reagan Youth,
D'Angelo,
Second Layer,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.