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 Australia and from Accra.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
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 snare 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 Monks to the rock 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Don Cherry,
Roxy Music,
The Sonics,
The Golliwogs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Qualms,
Japan,
Soft Cell,
Malaria!,
The Mummies,
Sarah Menescal,
Little Man,
Depeche Mode,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sparks,
The Angels of Light,
Scan 7,
Traffic Nightmare,
T. Rex,
Tomorrow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alice Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stereo Dub,
X-102,
John Cale,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lungfish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
PIL,
Tears for Fears,
Terry Callier,
The Remains,
Jacob Miller,
Avey Tare,
Skaos,
Eddi Front,
Black Bananas,
Marc Almond,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Das Ding,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fortunes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Niagra,
Gabor Szabo,
Heaven 17,
The Zeros,
The Happenings,
Pere Ubu,
Circle Jerks,
Slick Rick,
Pierre Henry,
Can,
Derrick May,
Black Moon,
Eli Mardock,
H. Thieme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.