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 Korea South and from Jakarta.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 Monolake to the crunk 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ohio Players,
The Busters,
Lucky Dragons,
the Slits,
Sister Nancy,
Unwound,
Symarip,
Can,
These Immortal Souls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Duran Duran,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
CMW,
Bluetip,
Juan Atkins,
Simply Red,
The Mummies,
Pagans,
E-Dancer,
Bauhaus,
Dark Day,
Desert Stars,
Derrick May,
Tres Demented,
Lou Christie,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Durutti Column,
New York Dolls,
Jacob Miller,
Scrapy,
Lou Reed,
Johnny Clarke,
Malaria!,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hot Snakes,
John Cale,
Faraquet,
Agent Orange,
Index,
The Techniques,
The Mojo Men,
The Residents,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scratch Acid,
Rufus Thomas,
Joy Division,
Hoover,
Altered Images,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Smiths,
The Slits,
John Lydon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Idris Muhammad,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sex Pistols,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.