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 Sudan and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Electric Prunes to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
The Monochrome Set,
Piero Umiliani,
The Toasters,
Fat Boys,
Y Pants,
Yusef Lateef,
Eurythmics,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rapeman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mark Hollis,
Outsiders,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gong,
The Gladiators,
Spoonie Gee,
The Grass Roots,
Chris Corsano,
Freddie Wadling,
Sugar Minott,
The Seeds,
Ohio Players,
Sam Rivers,
The Slits,
The Dirtbombs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Johnny Clarke,
The Move,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Litter,
Schoolly D,
Lalann,
Niagra,
Robert Hood,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Selecter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Morten Harket,
The Buckinghams,
Television,
Bush Tetras,
Ituana,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ten City,
Accadde A,
ABBA,
Das Ding,
Barrington Levy,
Lyres,
Archie Shepp,
Kevin Saunderson,
Khruangbin,
The New Christs,
Lungfish,
The Count Five,
The Searchers,
X-101,
The Neon Judgement,
X-102,
Easy Going,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.