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 Macedonia and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Barrington Levy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stetsasonic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Massinfluence,
Mark Hollis,
Fela Kuti,
Los Fastidios,
Minutemen,
Grey Daturas,
Pagans,
L. Decosne,
The Cramps,
Rakim,
Ten City,
Kenny Larkin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bad Manners,
Banda Bassotti,
The Golliwogs,
Black Pus,
Television Personalities,
Moss Icon,
Public Enemy,
Cluster,
Mr. Review,
Reagan Youth,
MC5,
The Modern Lovers,
Main Source,
Flamin' Groovies,
Funky Four + One,
Neil Young,
Sugar Minott,
Sight & Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Lydon,
Von Mondo,
Lungfish,
Wasted Youth,
Zapp,
Kerri Chandler,
Andrew Hill,
Letta Mbulu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lee Hazlewood,
The New Christs,
Depeche Mode,
The Cure,
Country Teasers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tim Buckley,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gories,
Davy DMX,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eve St. Jones,
Bob Dylan,
The Wake,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Moody Blues,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.