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 Ghana and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Robert Palmer 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 Dark Day to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Theoretical Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eve St. Jones,
The Beau Brummels,
Wolf Eyes,
Television Personalities,
Spandau Ballet,
John Holt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Andrew Hill,
Archie Shepp,
PIL,
Matthew Halsall,
Porter Ricks,
Kas Product,
Subhumans,
Niagra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Parry Music,
Masters at Work,
The Toasters,
Max Romeo,
The Mojo Men,
Procol Harum,
This Heat,
KRS-One,
Bang On A Can,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rapeman,
Eli Mardock,
Kenny Larkin,
Chris & Cosey,
Leonard Cohen,
The Human League,
Metal Thangz,
Soulsonic Force,
Delta 5,
Bobby Sherman,
A Certain Ratio,
Public Enemy,
Dual Sessions,
World's Most,
the Slits,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ken Boothe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gun Club,
Black Pus,
Silicon Teens,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DJ Sneak,
The Golliwogs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun Ra,
Accadde A,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Althea and Donna,
B.T. Express,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gichy Dan,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.