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 Pakistan and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Lou Reed 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 Albert Ayler to the electroclash 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
The Cowsills,
Little Man,
Visage,
Beasts of Bourbon,
R.M.O.,
Popol Vuh,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dave Gahan,
Section 25,
The Gun Club,
John Cale,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Bar-Kays,
The Busters,
Dawn Penn,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barrington Levy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Happenings,
Hot Snakes,
Mission of Burma,
Monks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultra Naté,
Scott Walker,
Marcia Griffiths,
La Düsseldorf,
John Lydon,
The Wake,
the Soft Cell,
The Remains,
Lightning Bolt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lungfish,
Symarip,
Warsaw,
Minnie Riperton,
Bootsy Collins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Searchers,
John Holt,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Moleskins,
Eli Mardock,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dead Boys,
Sun Ra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sight & Sound,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hasil Adkins,
Absolute Body Control,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ken Boothe,
Gabor Szabo,
Ossler,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.