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 Madagascar 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Move to the grunge 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Los Fastidios,
Bluetip,
Hardrive,
Toni Rubio,
Scientists,
Hashim,
The Gories,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bad Manners,
The Remains,
Easy Going,
Young Marble Giants,
Public Enemy,
The Offenders,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deakin,
Ralphi Rosario,
Albert Ayler,
The United States of America,
Bob Dylan,
Kenny Larkin,
Depeche Mode,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Pop Group,
Todd Terry,
Jandek,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DJ Style,
Matthew Bourne,
Chrome,
The Knickerbockers,
Anakelly,
Dual Sessions,
Graham Central Station,
the Swans,
Agent Orange,
Yellowson,
Slick Rick,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Dead C,
The Motions,
T. Rex,
June of 44,
Reagan Youth,
Fela Kuti,
Camouflage,
The Cure,
Stiv Bators,
Oneida,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Mojo Men,
Eli Mardock,
The Last Poets,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minutemen,
Black Sheep,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gap Band,
Technova,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.