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 Nepal and from London.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fall to the electroclash 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stereo Dub,
Roger Hodgson,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Pretty Things,
The Last Poets,
The Techniques,
Underground Resistance,
DJ Sneak,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Drexciya,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Count Five,
OOIOO,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Leaves,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang Green,
Toni Rubio,
Joe Smooth,
Funky Four + One,
Barclay James Harvest,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ponytail,
Graham Central Station,
Hot Snakes,
Pere Ubu,
DJ Style,
E-Dancer,
AZ,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sound Behaviour,
Soft Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Clear Light,
Surgeon,
Monks,
Glenn Branca,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
La Düsseldorf,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Martian,
Procol Harum,
Wire,
Faraquet,
Joyce Sims,
Altered Images,
Bad Manners,
Kurtis Blow,
Magma,
Country Teasers,
Guru Guru,
Television Personalities,
Todd Rundgren,
Swans,
Shuggie Otis,
D'Angelo,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.