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 Tonga and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 Arab on Radar to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Minor Threat,
Can,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Von Mondo,
Excepter,
The Gladiators,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Andrew Hill,
Amon Düül II,
Ronan,
Con Funk Shun,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
David Axelrod,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tomorrow,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sound Behaviour,
Procol Harum,
Spandau Ballet,
Gichy Dan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aaron Thompson,
New York Dolls,
The Divine Comedy,
Smog,
FM Einheit,
Stockholm Monsters,
David McCallum,
Hot Snakes,
The Seeds,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang Green,
Sam Rivers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eddi Front,
Arthur Verocai,
Cymande,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Happenings,
Crooked Eye,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Chris & Cosey,
Boredoms,
Ronnie Foster,
KRS-One,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The J.B.'s,
Inner City,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Franke,
Minnie Riperton,
Ossler,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Donald Byrd,
The Move,
Henry Cow,
New Order,
Tom Boy,
Brass Construction,
Dual Sessions,
Eric Copeland,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.