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 Zimbabwe and from Johannesburg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord 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 Durutti Column to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
New Age Steppers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Reuben Wilson,
Symarip,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Golliwogs,
Average White Band,
Moebius,
The Searchers,
The Count Five,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rotary Connection,
World's Most,
The Birthday Party,
Khruangbin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ice-T,
Amon Düül,
The Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Black Dice,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Vainqueur,
Wolf Eyes,
The Blackbyrds,
Tears for Fears,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moss Icon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Maurizio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deadbeat,
The Zeros,
Kaleidoscope,
Scan 7,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jawbox,
Cecil Taylor,
a-ha,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
R.M.O.,
Tom Boy,
The Real Kids,
Piero Umiliani,
Public Enemy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mantronix,
The Vogues,
Fad Gadget,
David Axelrod,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bluetip,
The Pretty Things,
The Angels of Light,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.