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 Paraguay and from Mexico City.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Terrestrial Tones to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bill Near,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Audionom,
Ice-T,
Tim Buckley,
The Real Kids,
Scientists,
Cheater Slicks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wire,
John Lydon,
the Slits,
Easy Going,
Wings,
Eric Dolphy,
Oneida,
The Walker Brothers,
Faraquet,
Rufus Thomas,
Pussy Galore,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Severed Heads,
FM Einheit,
The Moody Blues,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eric Copeland,
Eddi Front,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
Robert Wyatt,
Little Man,
Davy DMX,
Essential Logic,
Crooked Eye,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
PIL,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rakim,
World's Most,
kango's stein massive,
Arthur Verocai,
the Normal,
Franke,
Funky Four + One,
Cluster,
Minor Threat,
New York Dolls,
Boz Scaggs,
UT,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gun Club,
Suburban Knight,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Swans,
The Monochrome Set,
Con Funk Shun,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Peter and Kerry,
The Leaves,
The Count Five,
Skaos,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.