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 Egypt and from Tehran.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Malaria! to the grunge 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Blues Magoos,
Tomorrow,
Aswad,
Tubeway Army,
Mary Jane Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
Absolute Body Control,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Monks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lungfish,
Black Sheep,
Godley & Creme,
Black Moon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Severed Heads,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Byrd,
Skaos,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Vladislav Delay,
Rufus Thomas,
The Index,
Sister Nancy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Audionom,
DJ Style,
Soulsonic Force,
Livin' Joy,
Reuben Wilson,
The Kinks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Unrelated Segments,
La Düsseldorf,
Harry Pussy,
Massinfluence,
Minnie Riperton,
Freddie Wadling,
Little Man,
The Invisible,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Qualms,
Gang Starr,
Arab on Radar,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lucky Dragons,
Josef K,
E-Dancer,
Drexciya,
The Cure,
Gerry Rafferty,
Metal Thangz,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rosa Yemen,
Ice-T,
Dead Boys,
John Coltrane,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.