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 Monaco 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 Grauzone to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Agitation Free,
Sixth Finger,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sällskapet,
Dennis Brown,
Young Marble Giants,
CMW,
Magma,
Cecil Taylor,
the Soft Cell,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cramps,
Aural Exciters,
Sight & Sound,
The United States of America,
Gang of Four,
Matthew Halsall,
Television,
ABBA,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Funkadelic,
Pulsallama,
The Wake,
Bill Near,
Heaven 17,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fort Wilson Riot,
D'Angelo,
The Sonics,
John Cale,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fugazi,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sarah Menescal,
Drexciya,
The Last Poets,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arab on Radar,
Supertramp,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Schoolly D,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Prince Buster,
New Order,
La Düsseldorf,
Boredoms,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang Green,
Moby Grape,
Harmonia,
Los Fastidios,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sonic Youth,
Brand Nubian,
China Crisis,
Wolf Eyes,
Unwound,
DNA,
Tubeway Army,
The Blackbyrds,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.