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 Iraq and from Madrid.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lalann to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fort Wilson Riot,
kango's stein massive,
John Coltrane,
Johnny Osbourne,
Von Mondo,
Byron Stingily,
Frankie Knuckles,
Erasure,
Ponytail,
Deepchord,
The Evens,
Soft Machine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Silicon Teens,
Whodini,
Unrelated Segments,
Rekid,
Ohio Players,
Gil Scott Heron,
Man Parrish,
Monolake,
Chrome,
Sam Rivers,
The Last Poets,
Agent Orange,
The Walker Brothers,
Rod Modell,
Graham Central Station,
Roxette,
The Fire Engines,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Masters at Work,
June Days,
Bill Near,
The Invisible,
U.S. Maple,
X-102,
Niagra,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Modern Lovers,
The Star Department,
Bill Wells,
The Cure,
Bauhaus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Slave,
Rapeman,
Japan,
Scrapy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Quantec,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crooked Eye,
Isaac Hayes,
D'Angelo,
One Last Wish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Adolescents,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.