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 France and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 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 Siglo XX to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Massinfluence,
Nik Kershaw,
DJ Sneak,
The Invisible,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Darondo,
Chrome,
Livin' Joy,
Alice Coltrane,
The Smoke,
Blancmange,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Reed,
Steve Hackett,
Michelle Simonal,
Visage,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
B.T. Express,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Guru Guru,
Masters at Work,
Suicide,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mo-Dettes,
Derrick May,
Jerry's Kids,
EPMD,
Wasted Youth,
Sandy B,
Stockholm Monsters,
Carl Craig,
Groovy Waters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dawn Penn,
Fear,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Searchers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scion,
The Durutti Column,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Vainqueur,
Jawbox,
The Happenings,
The American Breed,
Nick Fraelich,
Quantec,
The Zeros,
Parry Music,
Terry Callier,
Ralphi Rosario,
Quando Quango,
The Gun Club,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.