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 Suriname and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Joe Finger to the dance 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Arab on Radar,
Hoover,
Easy Going,
Max Romeo,
Blake Baxter,
Stereo Dub,
The Modern Lovers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Skatalites,
Funky Four + One,
Blossom Toes,
Susan Cadogan,
Half Japanese,
L. Decosne,
Lalann,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Monochrome Set,
Connie Case,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
H. Thieme,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gong,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Excepter,
The Evens,
Franke,
The Toasters,
Sound Behaviour,
Crash Course in Science,
Jerry's Kids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gladiators,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Derrick May,
Con Funk Shun,
June Days,
Intrusion,
Sugar Minott,
Dawn Penn,
Bluetip,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roy Ayers,
Lyres,
Lungfish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Carl Craig,
Basic Channel,
Q65,
Rakim,
Bronski Beat,
Dual Sessions,
Deakin,
Outsiders,
Toni Rubio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.