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 Marshall Islands and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Don Cherry to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Fear,
Patti Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Con Funk Shun,
Pantaleimon,
Cal Tjader,
Flash Fearless,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Isaac Hayes,
E-Dancer,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Toasters,
Gang Starr,
Althea and Donna,
Tears for Fears,
Scion,
KRS-One,
Thompson Twins,
Terry Callier,
Skaos,
The Red Krayola,
Talk Talk,
Supertramp,
Al Stewart,
John Foxx,
Can,
EPMD,
Bizarre Inc.,
Little Man,
Los Fastidios,
Prince Buster,
Toni Rubio,
In Retrospect,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Frankie Knuckles,
Anakelly,
Cluster,
Surgeon,
Godley & Creme,
OOIOO,
A Certain Ratio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Womack,
The Invisible,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minor Threat,
Dark Day,
Sister Nancy,
Mandrill,
Deadbeat,
Skarface,
Lou Reed,
The Stooges,
The Techniques,
Dawn Penn,
Tom Boy,
the Slits,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.