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 Benin and from New York.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Ten City to the grime 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Dual Sessions,
Jerry's Kids,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aural Exciters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Animal Collective,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Index,
The Techniques,
Bootsy Collins,
Sällskapet,
The Raincoats,
Dennis Brown,
Wolf Eyes,
X-101,
Soft Cell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tres Demented,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Swans,
Henry Cow,
Man Parrish,
Chris & Cosey,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Sherman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
R.M.O.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Holt,
Barclay James Harvest,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Janne Schatter,
Eve St. Jones,
John Lydon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wings,
Harpers Bizarre,
New Order,
Howard Jones,
Funkadelic,
The Toasters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lower 48,
Cameo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cluster,
Freddie Wadling,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neu!,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hashim,
The Fire Engines,
DJ Sneak,
Flash Fearless,
The Gories,
The Litter,
Donny Hathaway,
The Black Dice,
Rites of Spring,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.