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 Tuvalu and from Bologna.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Derrick May to the electroclash 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cure,
Angry Samoans,
Thee Headcoats,
Unwound,
The Remains,
Country Teasers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Slick Rick,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Quando Quango,
T.S.O.L.,
The Mummies,
Grey Daturas,
Nico,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pere Ubu,
Second Layer,
Black Sheep,
Eric B and Rakim,
Matthew Bourne,
Altered Images,
Bob Dylan,
Susan Cadogan,
Mandrill,
The Birthday Party,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mo-Dettes,
F. McDonald,
Deakin,
Eurythmics,
Suburban Knight,
Boz Scaggs,
Marmalade,
Japan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Moby Grape,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Franke,
Dual Sessions,
Excepter,
The Gories,
AZ,
Sonny Sharrock,
Josef K,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Graham Central Station,
Smog,
Bang On A Can,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
JFA,
Warsaw,
Ornette Coleman,
Scratch Acid,
Symarip,
Gong,
Index,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.