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 Saudi Arabia and from Madrid.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 Piero Umiliani to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Barbara Tucker,
Lucky Dragons,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang of Four,
Marine Girls,
cv313,
Groovy Waters,
Skaos,
The Fall,
Bad Manners,
Donny Hathaway,
Al Stewart,
Brick,
Alice Coltrane,
Byron Stingily,
Massinfluence,
Pharoah Sanders,
Livin' Joy,
The Victims,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Electric Prunes,
Con Funk Shun,
Johnny Clarke,
Joe Finger,
Ultimate Spinach,
Todd Terry,
Outsiders,
Reuben Wilson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Michelle Simonal,
Joey Negro,
Radiopuhelimet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hoover,
The Stooges,
Soul Sonic Force,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
In Retrospect,
Minor Threat,
Kerri Chandler,
Panda Bear,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Bananas,
Fad Gadget,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nick Fraelich,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kaleidoscope,
Quando Quango,
Ken Boothe,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Byrd,
The Searchers,
Eddi Front,
Angry Samoans,
The Misunderstood,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.