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 Mali and from Manchester.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare 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 Deadbeat to the crunk 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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Erykah Badu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Youth Brigade,
AZ,
Spandau Ballet,
Fatback Band,
Tubeway Army,
Malaria!,
Piero Umiliani,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soft Cell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Albert Ayler,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tomorrow,
The Barracudas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Charles Mingus,
Ituana,
Q and Not U,
DNA,
Mission of Burma,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Hood,
The Evens,
Young Marble Giants,
DJ Style,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Siglo XX,
Hot Snakes,
Aswad,
Jeff Lynne,
Byron Stingily,
Dawn Penn,
Grey Daturas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Davy DMX,
Intrusion,
The Beau Brummels,
The Moleskins,
CMW,
The Gap Band,
Procol Harum,
Yaz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Wake,
Eurythmics,
Eli Mardock,
The Last Poets,
Angry Samoans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soft Machine,
The Birthday Party,
K-Klass,
Crooked Eye,
Sight & Sound,
OOIOO,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.