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 Burkina and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Boredoms to the punk 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Joy Division,
Das Ding,
Barrington Levy,
Yellowson,
The Smiths,
Funky Four + One,
John Cale,
Rotary Connection,
Slave,
Shuggie Otis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dual Sessions,
Mad Mike,
Black Pus,
Bobby Womack,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Byron Stingily,
Schoolly D,
Lou Christie,
Kayak,
Junior Murvin,
Tres Demented,
Rosa Yemen,
Susan Cadogan,
The Seeds,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cymande,
Urselle,
Pagans,
Marvin Gaye,
John Holt,
The Golliwogs,
T.S.O.L.,
Arthur Verocai,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Vogues,
Crime,
Anthony Braxton,
Symarip,
R.M.O.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Magazine,
Moby Grape,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sugar Minott,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pere Ubu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camberwell Now,
Warsaw,
The Index,
DJ Sneak,
Wolf Eyes,
Don Cherry,
Ten City,
Aloha Tigers,
The United States of America,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.