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 Nigeria and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Desert Stars to the grunge 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Sam Rivers,
Althea and Donna,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cheater Slicks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Flag,
The Fortunes,
Eric Copeland,
Inner City,
The Vogues,
World's Most,
Josef K,
Joyce Sims,
Rufus Thomas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stiv Bators,
Blake Baxter,
The Last Poets,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Faust,
Robert Görl,
X-101,
Absolute Body Control,
Amon Düül,
Kerrie Biddell,
Reagan Youth,
Toni Rubio,
Lakeside,
The Fuzztones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lyres,
Alice Coltrane,
Sparks,
Junior Murvin,
Vainqueur,
Electric Prunes,
The Searchers,
ABC,
Faraquet,
The Techniques,
Sixth Finger,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marmalade,
Flash Fearless,
Rekid,
Donald Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash,
Leonard Cohen,
Q and Not U,
Essential Logic,
Carl Craig,
Al Stewart,
Shuggie Otis,
Public Enemy,
Pulsallama,
The Cramps,
Yaz,
Lou Reed,
The Smoke,
Rapeman,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.