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 Ireland 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba 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 Country Teasers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
DNA,
The Neon Judgement,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Anthony Braxton,
Vainqueur,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Monochrome Set,
These Immortal Souls,
Pole,
cv313,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Johnny Osbourne,
A Certain Ratio,
Bauhaus,
The Beau Brummels,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Colin Newman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Thompson Twins,
The Cramps,
Donald Byrd,
Wally Richardson,
Outsiders,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
OOIOO,
Erasure,
The Standells,
Qualms,
The Index,
Rosa Yemen,
Alton Ellis,
Procol Harum,
In Retrospect,
Soul Sonic Force,
Q and Not U,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yellowson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mr. Review,
The Knickerbockers,
Barclay James Harvest,
X-101,
The Smiths,
Scratch Acid,
The Fugs,
Jawbox,
Roy Ayers,
Gang of Four,
Television,
The Fuzztones,
Electric Prunes,
Archie Shepp,
Delon & Dalcan,
Malaria!,
Sarah Menescal,
Gong,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.