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 Monaco and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 the Swans to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
The Smoke,
The Victims,
The Knickerbockers,
Erykah Badu,
Marvin Gaye,
Freddie Wadling,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Smog,
Amon Düül II,
Model 500,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Khruangbin,
The Slits,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Remains,
Harpers Bizarre,
Donny Hathaway,
Sonny Sharrock,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Radio Birdman,
Mark Hollis,
K-Klass,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Modern Lovers,
Theoretical Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
The Divine Comedy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Terrestrial Tones,
D'Angelo,
Procol Harum,
Cameo,
The Kinks,
Blancmange,
B.T. Express,
The Dead C,
Alton Ellis,
Ken Boothe,
The Buckinghams,
Peter & Gordon,
Liliput,
Delta 5,
Tres Demented,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Junior Murvin,
Echospace,
Gang Starr,
The Fugs,
Iggy Pop,
Maleditus Sound,
Yazoo,
Albert Ayler,
Fugazi,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pylon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kerrie Biddell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.