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 Congo and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar 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 The Pop Group to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
The Black Dice,
The Tremeloes,
Matthew Bourne,
Soul II Soul,
Ponytail,
KRS-One,
Japan,
Slave,
Stereo Dub,
Porter Ricks,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fuzztones,
Brick,
Con Funk Shun,
Robert Wyatt,
Talk Talk,
The Flesh Eaters,
Television,
Connie Case,
Quando Quango,
Harmonia,
Andrew Hill,
Sight & Sound,
John Holt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Piero Umiliani,
Lyres,
The Misunderstood,
Echospace,
The Fugs,
Symarip,
The New Christs,
The Grass Roots,
Kurtis Blow,
Spoonie Gee,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Searchers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New Order,
cv313,
The Gladiators,
B.T. Express,
Chris Corsano,
Johnny Osbourne,
Average White Band,
The Litter,
Cluster,
Suicide,
David McCallum,
Icehouse,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Happenings,
Sun City Girls,
The Trojans,
Gang of Four,
Jeff Mills,
Angry Samoans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Todd Terry,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.