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 Dominican Republic and from Toronto.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Piero Umiliani to the rock 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Royal Trux,
Hashim,
Tres Demented,
Rites of Spring,
Dorothy Ashby,
Warsaw,
Marcia Griffiths,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fugs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kenny Larkin,
Glenn Branca,
Scrapy,
Bill Wells,
Skaos,
The Smiths,
MDC,
X-102,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Move,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Lydon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
H. Thieme,
Subhumans,
Pere Ubu,
Connie Case,
The Dead C,
Faust,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tim Buckley,
The Slackers,
The Raincoats,
Youth Brigade,
Sight & Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gladiators,
Minor Threat,
Byron Stingily,
Unwound,
Dual Sessions,
Bush Tetras,
Niagra,
Janne Schatter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mo-Dettes,
Surgeon,
The Fortunes,
The Searchers,
The Remains,
Banda Bassotti,
Yazoo,
Trumans Water,
the Soft Cell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brothers Johnson,
Marmalade,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.