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 Tonga 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Juan Atkins to the rock 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Robert Hood,
Maleditus Sound,
Flipper,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fela Kuti,
Whodini,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eurythmics,
Iggy Pop,
Sam Rivers,
Model 500,
The Electric Prunes,
Archie Shepp,
Harry Pussy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Man Eating Sloth,
Juan Atkins,
Ice-T,
Monolake,
Bootsy Collins,
Unwound,
Sound Behaviour,
Neu!,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cowsills,
Animal Collective,
Angry Samoans,
Reagan Youth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pagans,
Mark Hollis,
Soft Cell,
New Age Steppers,
Yaz,
Ornette Coleman,
Vladislav Delay,
Icehouse,
Jacob Miller,
The Cramps,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cecil Taylor,
Tommy Roe,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ken Boothe,
Lalann,
These Immortal Souls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Spandau Ballet,
The Barracudas,
Lou Christie,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tubeway Army,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Walker Brothers,
James White and The Blacks,
The J.B.'s,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marine Girls,
Nirvana,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.