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 Guinea and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 The Gun Club to the electroclash 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Average White Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yellowson,
Jerry's Kids,
Yaz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Audionom,
The Remains,
Spoonie Gee,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chris & Cosey,
Mad Mike,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Womack,
The Modern Lovers,
Al Stewart,
Marc Almond,
Von Mondo,
Flipper,
The Gap Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
H. Thieme,
Infiniti,
Oneida,
Ice-T,
James White and The Blacks,
Lyres,
Soulsonic Force,
Crime,
The Gories,
Rapeman,
Pussy Galore,
The Seeds,
Erykah Badu,
Dennis Brown,
Technova,
Fat Boys,
The Martian,
Toni Rubio,
Simply Red,
Unwound,
The Standells,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Sherman,
Franke,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Stooges,
Jacob Miller,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pharoah Sanders,
Trumans Water,
Avey Tare,
Aswad,
The Skatalites,
Agent Orange,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang Starr,
Shoche,
Urselle,
Fela Kuti,
Public Enemy,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.