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 France and from Calgary.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fugazi to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Thee Headcoats,
CMW,
B.T. Express,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Max Romeo,
Harmonia,
The Gun Club,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dawn Penn,
Fluxion,
Zapp,
Robert Wyatt,
Interpol,
Lou Reed,
Negative Approach,
Stereo Dub,
Soft Cell,
The American Breed,
Laurel Aitken,
kango's stein massive,
L. Decosne,
Cameo,
Black Flag,
Lyres,
Pussy Galore,
Neil Young,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Matthew Bourne,
The Raincoats,
Bronski Beat,
Shoche,
10cc,
Wings,
Wally Richardson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
James White and The Blacks,
Lakeside,
Fat Boys,
Sonic Youth,
Cecil Taylor,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Swans,
Archie Shepp,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Main Source,
Eve St. Jones,
China Crisis,
Altered Images,
K-Klass,
the Bar-Kays,
Stockholm Monsters,
Urselle,
Arcadia,
Massinfluence,
Bush Tetras,
Easy Going,
Hoover,
Nico,
Robert Görl,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.