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 Vanuatu and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 Ten City to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Panda Bear,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cowsills,
Groovy Waters,
Rapeman,
Rakim,
Ronan,
Ludus,
Aaron Thompson,
The Beau Brummels,
In Retrospect,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Angels of Light,
Robert Wyatt,
the Germs,
Anthony Braxton,
Idris Muhammad,
X-Ray Spex,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Silicon Teens,
Derrick Morgan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Birthday Party,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Theoretical Girls,
Crime,
Joy Division,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fat Boys,
The Pretty Things,
Joey Negro,
Audionom,
Marine Girls,
Neil Young,
Swell Maps,
D'Angelo,
The Doors,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
David Bowie,
Inner City,
The Cramps,
June of 44,
Wire,
Bluetip,
Sparks,
Public Enemy,
Aswad,
Vladislav Delay,
Radiopuhelimet,
Smog,
The Five Americans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sex Pistols,
Black Flag,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.