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 Estonia and from Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
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 Masters at Work to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Bar-Kays,
Blancmange,
Gang Green,
Wings,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Arthur Verocai,
Yusef Lateef,
Bill Wells,
Intrusion,
Frankie Knuckles,
Todd Rundgren,
Easy Going,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Dirtbombs,
The Standells,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pere Ubu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Groovy Waters,
Brothers Johnson,
Rekid,
The Pretty Things,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cowsills,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Beau Brummels,
The Angels of Light,
Harpers Bizarre,
Animal Collective,
Pylon,
Lightning Bolt,
Barbara Tucker,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cecil Taylor,
Skriet,
UT,
Joe Smooth,
The J.B.'s,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minor Threat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aural Exciters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dual Sessions,
Agent Orange,
Soft Cell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
China Crisis,
Quadrant,
Surgeon,
The Index,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Slick Rick,
The Birthday Party,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.