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 Liberia and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 New Age Steppers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Pulsallama,
Don Cherry,
the Germs,
UT,
Procol Harum,
Ultra Naté,
Scrapy,
Shoche,
Animal Collective,
Flamin' Groovies,
Y Pants,
Michelle Simonal,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Techniques,
Tom Boy,
The Monochrome Set,
The Zeros,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bill Near,
Scion,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sex Pistols,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nico,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Mojo Men,
Hot Snakes,
Godley & Creme,
Japan,
Mo-Dettes,
Judy Mowatt,
Desert Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
Graham Central Station,
Amon Düül,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
K-Klass,
the Normal,
Con Funk Shun,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Maleditus Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Amazonics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jacques Brel,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sister Nancy,
Fear,
Whodini,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
MDC,
Deepchord,
OOIOO,
X-101,
Los Fastidios,
This Heat,
Barrington Levy,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.