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 Panama and from London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 David Bowie 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 Minnie Riperton to the rap 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Black Bananas,
Schoolly D,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Moon,
EPMD,
Hasil Adkins,
Avey Tare,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Peter & Gordon,
The Seeds,
Stereo Dub,
Moebius,
Sam Rivers,
Joe Finger,
Kaleidoscope,
Godley & Creme,
The Real Kids,
Albert Ayler,
Deakin,
Absolute Body Control,
Lightning Bolt,
Agent Orange,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Magazine,
The American Breed,
Deadbeat,
Sex Pistols,
Judy Mowatt,
Sonic Youth,
Warren Ellis,
Brand Nubian,
Barrington Levy,
Minny Pops,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
Patti Smith,
La Düsseldorf,
Fat Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Flash Fearless,
The Fuzztones,
The Neon Judgement,
The Kinks,
T.S.O.L.,
Hashim,
Porter Ricks,
World's Most,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Reed,
The Offenders,
Davy DMX,
Suicide,
kango's stein massive,
Boz Scaggs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Camberwell Now,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Stooges,
The Associates,
AZ,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.