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 Iceland and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Misunderstood to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Sister Nancy,
Black Moon,
Monolake,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Idris Muhammad,
Jerry Gold Smith,
X-101,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brothers Johnson,
Faust,
Theoretical Girls,
Interpol,
Essential Logic,
Connie Case,
The Pretty Things,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Make Up,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Walker Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
Gang Gang Dance,
Half Japanese,
Juan Atkins,
Slave,
The Buckinghams,
Colin Newman,
48th St. Collective,
The Stooges,
Fela Kuti,
Schoolly D,
Cecil Taylor,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Sonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bootsy Collins,
New Age Steppers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marc Almond,
Negative Approach,
Josef K,
Pagans,
Anakelly,
Cameo,
Mr. Review,
Loose Ends,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hashim,
Q65,
A Certain Ratio,
FM Einheit,
Aswad,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tom Boy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hasil Adkins,
La Düsseldorf,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.