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 Burkina and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 Last Poets to the punk 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Television,
Mad Mike,
Japan,
Khruangbin,
John Lydon,
Howard Jones,
Skaos,
Aswad,
Sam Rivers,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Flag,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mo-Dettes,
Ice-T,
Colin Newman,
Echospace,
Inner City,
Henry Cow,
the Bar-Kays,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dead Boys,
JFA,
Joe Finger,
Tim Buckley,
Simply Red,
Ronnie Foster,
Jerry's Kids,
Easy Going,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Residents,
The New Christs,
The Neon Judgement,
Niagra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Agitation Free,
Godley & Creme,
F. McDonald,
Unrelated Segments,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang Starr,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Derrick May,
The Moleskins,
Slave,
the Association,
Minor Threat,
Cybotron,
Sun Ra,
The Music Machine,
Deakin,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Oblivians,
Eli Mardock,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Durutti Column,
ABC,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.