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 Georgia and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Lou Reed 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 Durutti Column to the techno 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Gang Starr,
Deadbeat,
Black Flag,
Grandmaster Flash,
Josef K,
The Busters,
the Slits,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ronnie Foster,
Davy DMX,
This Heat,
Sugar Minott,
Minny Pops,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fuzztones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Sheep,
Fluxion,
June Days,
Soulsonic Force,
Sandy B,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Beau Brummels,
Banda Bassotti,
X-102,
Grauzone,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
Skarface,
New Age Steppers,
Jerry's Kids,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bang On A Can,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tomorrow,
Silicon Teens,
The Red Krayola,
Albert Ayler,
Derrick May,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Toasters,
The Birthday Party,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stereo Dub,
Absolute Body Control,
Kerrie Biddell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Amazonics,
Camberwell Now,
Letta Mbulu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minnie Riperton,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.