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 Bahamas and from Columbus.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 Pagans to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mr. Review,
The Trojans,
Faust,
Sound Behaviour,
L. Decosne,
Oneida,
Gong,
The Gun Club,
Cheater Slicks,
Boredoms,
The Grass Roots,
Icehouse,
Television Personalities,
Drexciya,
John Lydon,
Mantronix,
A Certain Ratio,
The Knickerbockers,
Rotary Connection,
Cal Tjader,
Radiopuhelimet,
Desert Stars,
Robert Wyatt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sällskapet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The New Christs,
Mad Mike,
Eric B and Rakim,
Public Enemy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Moebius,
Reagan Youth,
John Coltrane,
The Residents,
Duran Duran,
Davy DMX,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
48th St. Collective,
Rufus Thomas,
Nas,
Royal Trux,
Dave Gahan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Von Mondo,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Sheep,
Fela Kuti,
Suicide,
Chrome,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sonic Youth,
Yaz,
Yazoo,
Mars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Harmonia,
Alice Coltrane,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.