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 Niger and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 The Toasters 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
In Retrospect,
Ralphi Rosario,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Invisible,
Lucky Dragons,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gong,
Ultimate Spinach,
Warren Ellis,
The Selecter,
The Young Rascals,
The Fugs,
The Associates,
Eric B and Rakim,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nico,
T.S.O.L.,
Bad Manners,
Suicide,
The Gories,
Skriet,
One Last Wish,
Porter Ricks,
Harry Pussy,
The Pretty Things,
Marmalade,
The Saints,
Trumans Water,
Josef K,
Ultravox,
Scrapy,
MC5,
Essential Logic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Panda Bear,
The Walker Brothers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nils Olav,
Sällskapet,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang Green,
Rekid,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Warsaw,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bootsy Collins,
Tears for Fears,
Deadbeat,
Gil Scott Heron,
Michelle Simonal,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wire,
Das Ding,
Lou Christie,
Pierre Henry,
Aural Exciters,
Electric Prunes,
Idris Muhammad,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.