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 Kazakhstan and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rhythm & Sound to the crunk 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Pantytec,
The Cure,
Faraquet,
Second Layer,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pylon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harry Pussy,
Outsiders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Maleditus Sound,
The New Christs,
Arab on Radar,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wolf Eyes,
Yaz,
Barry Ungar,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Make Up,
Rakim,
LL Cool J,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Robert Hood,
The Martian,
Altered Images,
Peter and Kerry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deakin,
Mark Hollis,
The Names,
Rotary Connection,
Gang Starr,
Freddie Wadling,
Sarah Menescal,
Colin Newman,
The Golliwogs,
Connie Case,
Althea and Donna,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Buckinghams,
Tres Demented,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Womack,
Ituana,
Monolake,
Mission of Burma,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Shoche,
Fatback Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Crash Course in Science,
Visage,
Con Funk Shun,
Eden Ahbez,
Mandrill,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.