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 Korea North and from Delhi.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
The Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Beau Brummels,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Star Department,
Sight & Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Vainqueur,
Alton Ellis,
Derrick Morgan,
Trumans Water,
Circle Jerks,
Sonic Youth,
Barry Ungar,
Bauhaus,
The Fortunes,
Lyres,
X-102,
The Real Kids,
Jacob Miller,
Siglo XX,
Isaac Hayes,
Roxette,
Subhumans,
Byron Stingily,
Aural Exciters,
the Soft Cell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tears for Fears,
Nico,
X-101,
Funky Four + One,
Metal Thangz,
the Sonics,
Rhythm & Sound,
MC5,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pierre Henry,
R.M.O.,
the Slits,
The Moleskins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stockholm Monsters,
The J.B.'s,
Ultravox,
The Saints,
Bad Manners,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mark Hollis,
Man Parrish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nils Olav,
Tim Buckley,
The Dirtbombs,
Chris Corsano,
Eden Ahbez,
The Busters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stiv Bators,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.