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 Georgia and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Salvador.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Slits to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Sixth Finger,
DJ Sneak,
Maurizio,
Sarah Menescal,
Marine Girls,
Pagans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Andrew Hill,
Zero Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Todd Rundgren,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Doors,
The Fuzztones,
The Red Krayola,
Ituana,
Von Mondo,
Massinfluence,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Birthday Party,
Nik Kershaw,
The Selecter,
Cheater Slicks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Anakelly,
Rufus Thomas,
Sister Nancy,
Suburban Knight,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Drexciya,
The Fortunes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marmalade,
Technova,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rakim,
Can,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alice Coltrane,
Popol Vuh,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hashim,
Erasure,
The Mummies,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pere Ubu,
Oneida,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.