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 Comoros and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Happenings to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys 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?
Loose Ends,
Prince Buster,
Joy Division,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
World's Most,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
T.S.O.L.,
Lungfish,
The Star Department,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hashim,
Funky Four + One,
Lightning Bolt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sällskapet,
Carl Craig,
The Human League,
Young Marble Giants,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Residents,
Robert Wyatt,
Johnny Clarke,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eli Mardock,
Cal Tjader,
Tres Demented,
Mark Hollis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jawbox,
The Toasters,
the Association,
Ultimate Spinach,
Inner City,
The Gap Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Eden Ahbez,
Suicide,
Harry Pussy,
Roy Ayers,
The Blues Magoos,
Eve St. Jones,
The Trojans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
FM Einheit,
Subhumans,
Nico,
Bizarre Inc.,
H. Thieme,
Joe Finger,
Black Bananas,
Motorama,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sugar Minott,
Danielle Patucci,
Echospace,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Pus,
Derrick Morgan,
Gichy Dan,
Outsiders,
David Bowie,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.