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 Qatar and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Technova to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
the Sonics,
Flash Fearless,
The Doors,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yellowson,
Severed Heads,
Blake Baxter,
Rekid,
Au Pairs,
Q65,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Knickerbockers,
Rakim,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stereo Dub,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Unwound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ken Boothe,
K-Klass,
Howard Jones,
Barbara Tucker,
Dave Gahan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Bar-Kays,
Trumans Water,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Iggy Pop,
Nas,
La Düsseldorf,
Mandrill,
Brothers Johnson,
Carl Craig,
Sun Ra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Agent Orange,
Roy Ayers,
Sparks,
Blancmange,
The Names,
Vainqueur,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sonics,
Matthew Halsall,
Brick,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Intrusion,
Wire,
Monks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Interpol,
Roxette,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gabor Szabo,
Archie Shepp,
Angry Samoans,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.