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 Latvia and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Robert Palmer 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 Fatback Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Swans,
Stereo Dub,
The Gap Band,
Popol Vuh,
Johnny Clarke,
Flipper,
Buzzcocks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Slackers,
Hasil Adkins,
Von Mondo,
The Count Five,
Lee Hazlewood,
Terry Callier,
Bootsy Collins,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Happenings,
Basic Channel,
Kas Product,
Sam Rivers,
Royal Trux,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Blackbyrds,
Quadrant,
Au Pairs,
Hoover,
Sixth Finger,
Tom Boy,
Alton Ellis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dennis Brown,
DJ Sneak,
Donny Hathaway,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cymande,
Lalann,
Fat Boys,
Brick,
Khruangbin,
Lakeside,
U.S. Maple,
Kaleidoscope,
Smog,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fad Gadget,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Schoolly D,
Tim Buckley,
Chris Corsano,
The Modern Lovers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mary Jane Girls,
X-102,
Skarface,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wire,
Delta 5,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.