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 Norway and from Salvador.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
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 Niagra to the funk 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Interpol,
Tres Demented,
Grandmaster Flash,
Los Fastidios,
Yaz,
Section 25,
The Gladiators,
Jeru the Damaja,
Monks,
Susan Cadogan,
The Selecter,
Kas Product,
The Mojo Men,
Gang Starr,
June of 44,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Reed,
The Moody Blues,
New Age Steppers,
Andrew Hill,
Bronski Beat,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Skatalites,
The Human League,
Jacques Brel,
Lucky Dragons,
Stetsasonic,
Maurizio,
The Young Rascals,
Warren Ellis,
K-Klass,
Nils Olav,
Harry Pussy,
Slick Rick,
Public Enemy,
Al Stewart,
CMW,
The Pop Group,
Echospace,
Black Flag,
E-Dancer,
Trumans Water,
Rakim,
Mo-Dettes,
Eric Dolphy,
Khruangbin,
Derrick May,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sight & Sound,
The Misunderstood,
Severed Heads,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tubeway Army,
Rapeman,
The Move,
Minny Pops,
The Leaves,
Hardrive,
New Order,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.