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 Djibouti and from Salvador.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
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 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Archie Shepp,
Lightning Bolt,
Tubeway Army,
Scrapy,
Guru Guru,
Supertramp,
Black Sheep,
Lower 48,
Davy DMX,
Grauzone,
Slick Rick,
Rhythm & Sound,
Charles Mingus,
Graham Central Station,
The Real Kids,
Fela Kuti,
The Saints,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kurtis Blow,
Eurythmics,
Severed Heads,
MC5,
Byron Stingily,
Silicon Teens,
Whodini,
Juan Atkins,
Joe Finger,
UT,
Country Teasers,
Alphaville,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sparks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Laurel Aitken,
The Smiths,
Lalann,
Swans,
Interpol,
Tommy Roe,
Jeff Mills,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Skatalites,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fugazi,
Big Daddy Kane,
Thompson Twins,
Anakelly,
Black Pus,
Oblivians,
Gong,
The New Christs,
Soft Machine,
Groovy Waters,
Bang On A Can,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
KRS-One,
Half Japanese,
Mission of Burma,
Monolake,
Echospace,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.