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 Monaco and from Shanghai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Rod Modell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jerry's Kids,
Oneida,
Fatback Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Byron Stingily,
Average White Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mars,
Tom Boy,
Roxette,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sound Behaviour,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Radio Birdman,
Arcadia,
La Düsseldorf,
Spandau Ballet,
F. McDonald,
Amazonics,
Nick Fraelich,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Five Americans,
The Busters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Josef K,
Arab on Radar,
Hashim,
Slick Rick,
Harpers Bizarre,
Au Pairs,
Godley & Creme,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Idris Muhammad,
Brick,
Brand Nubian,
Pet Shop Boys,
Robert Hood,
Bill Wells,
David Axelrod,
The Associates,
The Slackers,
DJ Sneak,
Saccharine Trust,
Stetsasonic,
Johnny Clarke,
The Count Five,
The Young Rascals,
Rapeman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Althea and Donna,
Desert Stars,
The Barracudas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cramps,
Severed Heads,
John Cale,
Fluxion,
The Standells,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.