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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 Pulsallama to the crunk 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Brick,
Easy Going,
Lower 48,
Royal Trux,
Echospace,
Byron Stingily,
Erykah Badu,
Magma,
John Cale,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
June of 44,
the Normal,
Grauzone,
Visage,
Jeff Lynne,
Rosa Yemen,
Outsiders,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Q65,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Standells,
Robert Hood,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tres Demented,
The Mummies,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stetsasonic,
Shuggie Otis,
The Wake,
Rapeman,
Organ,
Crash Course in Science,
Camberwell Now,
The Grass Roots,
Tom Boy,
Anthony Braxton,
The Martian,
Neil Young,
Pere Ubu,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Buckinghams,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jandek,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ronan,
Janne Schatter,
U.S. Maple,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sam Rivers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Skarface,
Circle Jerks,
Max Romeo,
Jacques Brel,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gories,
Deakin,
Piero Umiliani,
the Germs,
The Seeds,
Derrick May,
Judy Mowatt,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.