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 Uzbekistan and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 Hashim to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
John Coltrane,
June of 44,
Niagra,
Nas,
Bobby Sherman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Misunderstood,
the Swans,
Lou Christie,
The Offenders,
The Motions,
Black Sheep,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Slits,
Neil Young,
Matthew Halsall,
LL Cool J,
Swans,
The Stooges,
The Real Kids,
Godley & Creme,
Amon Düül,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brass Construction,
The Standells,
Bad Manners,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Golliwogs,
H. Thieme,
Joe Finger,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ronnie Foster,
Max Romeo,
The Modern Lovers,
Donald Byrd,
Sam Rivers,
Pierre Henry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blancmange,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Reuben Wilson,
The Doors,
Gabor Szabo,
Buzzcocks,
This Heat,
Gang Starr,
Terry Callier,
Pylon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rakim,
Rekid,
Echospace,
Cal Tjader,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Girls At Our Best!,
New York Dolls,
The Kinks,
Roxette,
Tommy Roe,
The Fuzztones,
Gichy Dan,
Ronan,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.