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 Seychelles and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
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 808 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the disco 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Index,
Warsaw,
The J.B.'s,
Robert Hood,
Ronnie Foster,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Reagan Youth,
Nico,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Last Poets,
Cheater Slicks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Evens,
Los Fastidios,
Chris Corsano,
The Fall,
Desert Stars,
Terrestrial Tones,
Unrelated Segments,
E-Dancer,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bad Manners,
Barbara Tucker,
The Sonics,
Lucky Dragons,
The Star Department,
The Remains,
the Germs,
Kenny Larkin,
Cymande,
Janne Schatter,
Ice-T,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Graham Central Station,
Jeff Lynne,
The United States of America,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Malaria!,
Joy Division,
OOIOO,
The Human League,
The Toasters,
The Litter,
Boredoms,
Gichy Dan,
X-102,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Loose Ends,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Whodini,
Rosa Yemen,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Pop Group,
cv313,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.