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 Rwanda and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Donald Fagen 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 Fort Wilson Riot 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
the Germs,
The Walker Brothers,
Spandau Ballet,
Dead Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
Kurtis Blow,
One Last Wish,
Nik Kershaw,
Brass Construction,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minny Pops,
U.S. Maple,
Easy Going,
the Bar-Kays,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Velvet Underground,
Roxette,
Massinfluence,
The Slackers,
Laurel Aitken,
Lucky Dragons,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aural Exciters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
The Dead C,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Music Machine,
Amon Düül,
Bill Wells,
Kayak,
Drexciya,
Joyce Sims,
Sugar Minott,
Pole,
Q and Not U,
Monolake,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ken Boothe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brand Nubian,
James White and The Blacks,
Piero Umiliani,
Guru Guru,
Kerri Chandler,
Royal Trux,
The Real Kids,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Visage,
Radio Birdman,
Jerry's Kids,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scan 7,
Suburban Knight,
Sonic Youth,
Barry Ungar,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.