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 Lithuania and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 Make Up to the punk 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
the Bar-Kays,
The New Christs,
The Cramps,
Panda Bear,
The Buckinghams,
Junior Murvin,
The Red Krayola,
Bill Near,
Stetsasonic,
Joensuu 1685,
Surgeon,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fortunes,
The Pop Group,
MDC,
Harmonia,
Sugar Minott,
ABC,
Grey Daturas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minny Pops,
Smog,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Neil Young,
Rotary Connection,
Patti Smith,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sixth Finger,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Donny Hathaway,
EPMD,
Ornette Coleman,
Flamin' Groovies,
James White and The Blacks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stockholm Monsters,
DJ Sneak,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Suburban Knight,
Sun City Girls,
Nico,
Q and Not U,
Eurythmics,
The Alarm Clocks,
Technova,
a-ha,
Lungfish,
Todd Terry,
The Selecter,
E-Dancer,
Chrome,
Peter and Kerry,
Jeff Mills,
Roy Ayers,
The Residents,
Pantaleimon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fall,
Glenn Branca,
Au Pairs,
The Standells,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.