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 El Salvador and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 The Slits to the techno 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Jawbox,
Young Marble Giants,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Can,
Cybotron,
cv313,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sam Rivers,
Morten Harket,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Todd Terry,
Anthony Braxton,
James White and The Blacks,
Robert Hood,
The Walker Brothers,
X-102,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Martian,
Soul II Soul,
Eli Mardock,
Inner City,
Agitation Free,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Techniques,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cramps,
Big Daddy Kane,
Talk Talk,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cymande,
Blake Baxter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Barracudas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fela Kuti,
Circle Jerks,
The Count Five,
A Certain Ratio,
In Retrospect,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Pus,
Aswad,
Al Stewart,
Animal Collective,
Tim Buckley,
Marvin Gaye,
Robert Wyatt,
Charles Mingus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grey Daturas,
Leonard Cohen,
Rites of Spring,
T.S.O.L.,
Icehouse,
Bootsy Collins,
The Searchers,
The Zeros,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.