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 Antigua 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 Malaria! to the jazz 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Scrapy,
OOIOO,
Lou Reed,
Heaven 17,
Livin' Joy,
Urselle,
The Blackbyrds,
Joensuu 1685,
Johnny Osbourne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Excepter,
Gang Green,
Ultra Naté,
Little Man,
The Slits,
Laurel Aitken,
The Last Poets,
Sun City Girls,
Babytalk,
Blancmange,
The Cowsills,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sugar Minott,
Banda Bassotti,
Eli Mardock,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rotary Connection,
Chris & Cosey,
The Monochrome Set,
Swell Maps,
Outsiders,
The Victims,
The Star Department,
Idris Muhammad,
Nik Kershaw,
Donald Byrd,
Visage,
The Motions,
The Fuzztones,
Khruangbin,
The J.B.'s,
Pylon,
Simply Red,
Soft Cell,
Moss Icon,
Nico,
June of 44,
The Standells,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boz Scaggs,
DJ Style,
the Germs,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sound Behaviour,
Youth Brigade,
John Coltrane,
John Foxx,
The Selecter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.