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 Vietnam and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Angry Samoans to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hasil Adkins,
Theoretical Girls,
Carl Craig,
The Happenings,
The Leaves,
The Dead C,
Janne Schatter,
This Heat,
Goldenarms,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Excepter,
Depeche Mode,
Black Flag,
Crooked Eye,
Wings,
Stereo Dub,
The Cramps,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grey Daturas,
Altered Images,
Deakin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brick,
Section 25,
Deepchord,
Shuggie Otis,
Can,
Sun Ra,
Hardrive,
Patti Smith,
Neil Young,
Mission of Burma,
The Residents,
Mr. Review,
Anakelly,
Eli Mardock,
Organ,
UT,
Glenn Branca,
Hot Snakes,
Jawbox,
The Sound,
Panda Bear,
Cheater Slicks,
Wally Richardson,
Jesper Dahlback,
F. McDonald,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Royal Trux,
Ponytail,
The Count Five,
Talk Talk,
Yusef Lateef,
The Kinks,
Livin' Joy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.