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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Tehran.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 The Gladiators to the rap 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Roxy Music,
Surgeon,
Dawn Penn,
Kerrie Biddell,
Niagra,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Sherman,
Zero Boys,
Scan 7,
Fugazi,
The Beau Brummels,
Godley & Creme,
Depeche Mode,
The Black Dice,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Masters at Work,
Can,
The Gap Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ludus,
Sun Ra,
Section 25,
Davy DMX,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Make Up,
Cybotron,
Bobby Byrd,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pantaleimon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aural Exciters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Altered Images,
Tommy Roe,
Unrelated Segments,
Rufus Thomas,
Absolute Body Control,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Selecter,
Freddie Wadling,
Soft Machine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Audionom,
OOIOO,
Chris & Cosey,
Moebius,
Eurythmics,
Black Pus,
Theoretical Girls,
Fad Gadget,
Sparks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Iggy Pop,
Funkadelic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Zeros,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.