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 Afghanistan and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Boredoms to the crunk 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Leonard Cohen,
Camberwell Now,
Animal Collective,
Little Man,
Rites of Spring,
Eli Mardock,
Funky Four + One,
Drexciya,
Japan,
The Real Kids,
The Kinks,
Flipper,
Johnny Clarke,
Glenn Branca,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Visage,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Reed,
Public Enemy,
The Selecter,
Fat Boys,
Joe Finger,
The Birthday Party,
The American Breed,
U.S. Maple,
ABC,
The Black Dice,
Echospace,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Saccharine Trust,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tomorrow,
Judy Mowatt,
Cal Tjader,
Crispian St. Peters,
Symarip,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Womack,
Harry Pussy,
Niagra,
Janne Schatter,
Eric Copeland,
Iggy Pop,
Talk Talk,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Last Poets,
Slick Rick,
Carl Craig,
Frankie Knuckles,
Con Funk Shun,
Stetsasonic,
Television Personalities,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Litter,
Shoche,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.