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 Qatar and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rosa Yemen to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mr. Review,
Nas,
Derrick Morgan,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gladiators,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang of Four,
Cameo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Star Department,
Rosa Yemen,
The Birthday Party,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Sonics,
Porter Ricks,
F. McDonald,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dead Boys,
The Selecter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Howard Jones,
Wings,
Man Parrish,
Nico,
Boredoms,
Rotary Connection,
Gil Scott Heron,
Junior Murvin,
The Real Kids,
Saccharine Trust,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barrington Levy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Subhumans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Masters at Work,
the Human League,
The Flesh Eaters,
Anakelly,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Invisible,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Oneida,
Scott Walker,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gichy Dan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
B.T. Express,
Quando Quango,
The Trojans,
The Wake,
Tears for Fears,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Shoche,
Harry Pussy,
Scion,
Todd Rundgren,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.