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 Oman and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet 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 Nation of Ulysses to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Toni Rubio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Anthony Braxton,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Porter Ricks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
K-Klass,
The Star Department,
Todd Terry,
A Certain Ratio,
Underground Resistance,
Nico,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Drive Like Jehu,
Piero Umiliani,
Freddie Wadling,
The Sonics,
Niagra,
Young Marble Giants,
Procol Harum,
Harmonia,
The Misunderstood,
Boredoms,
Yaz,
Sarah Menescal,
Funky Four + One,
Funkadelic,
Groovy Waters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Evens,
The Last Poets,
Crash Course in Science,
Urselle,
Grauzone,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Franke,
Circle Jerks,
Jerry's Kids,
The Moleskins,
Scion,
Warren Ellis,
Roxette,
The Dead C,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Black Dice,
Don Cherry,
Ronan,
Oblivians,
Derrick Morgan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minor Threat,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lower 48,
Suicide,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eddi Front,
Blancmange,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Vladislav Delay,
Kas Product,
Skriet,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.