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 Namibia 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the funk 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Los Fastidios,
Graham Central Station,
the Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aswad,
Surgeon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Whodini,
Sugar Minott,
Erykah Badu,
Flash Fearless,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Avey Tare,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Simply Red,
The Invisible,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scientists,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Beau Brummels,
the Association,
Q and Not U,
The Motions,
The Pop Group,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Sonics,
Josef K,
Davy DMX,
Technova,
Gabor Szabo,
Gregory Isaacs,
The United States of America,
Pierre Henry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Q65,
Minor Threat,
K-Klass,
Infiniti,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lyres,
The Last Poets,
Bush Tetras,
10cc,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barry Ungar,
Alphaville,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nirvana,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gories,
David Axelrod,
Soft Cell,
The Golliwogs,
Susan Cadogan,
X-102,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.