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 Brunei and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 the Association to the techno 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Cameo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Unwound,
Mark Hollis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scrapy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Symarip,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alison Limerick,
R.M.O.,
Lou Christie,
Johnny Osbourne,
X-101,
New York Dolls,
Interpol,
The Mojo Men,
The Offenders,
The Litter,
Mission of Burma,
Kerri Chandler,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang Starr,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Martian,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Normal,
Easy Going,
Ken Boothe,
David Axelrod,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Wake,
Sarah Menescal,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jerry's Kids,
The Velvet Underground,
Ornette Coleman,
Pantaleimon,
Drexciya,
Theoretical Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
Fatback Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Sonics,
The Invisible,
Bluetip,
Babytalk,
Zapp,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jawbox,
Albert Ayler,
Janne Schatter,
Average White Band,
Alton Ellis,
Stiv Bators,
Camouflage,
Cal Tjader,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
UT,
D'Angelo,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.