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 Poland and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Slave to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
John Coltrane,
Robert Görl,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Warren Ellis,
One Last Wish,
ABC,
The Techniques,
Gang Starr,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Chris Corsano,
Harmonia,
Janne Schatter,
Skarface,
Mission of Burma,
Mantronix,
The Sonics,
Magma,
Lou Reed,
Jacques Brel,
The Divine Comedy,
Bob Dylan,
Aural Exciters,
Black Bananas,
Scott Walker,
Johnny Osbourne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Royal Trux,
Smog,
Ice-T,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jacob Miller,
The Cowsills,
Kenny Larkin,
Rekid,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Archie Shepp,
Tim Buckley,
Wolf Eyes,
Y Pants,
Eli Mardock,
Blake Baxter,
The Standells,
Avey Tare,
Radio Birdman,
Erykah Badu,
Chrome,
Stereo Dub,
Anakelly,
Sex Pistols,
The Monks,
Cluster,
Fela Kuti,
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Kinks,
Groovy Waters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wire,
Prince Buster,
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.