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 Palau and from Spokane.
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 Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare 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 Soul II Soul to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hardrive,
Severed Heads,
Joy Division,
Fat Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
Johnny Clarke,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dark Day,
Reagan Youth,
Bill Near,
Pierre Henry,
Barry Ungar,
Piero Umiliani,
Royal Trux,
Arab on Radar,
Trumans Water,
Terrestrial Tones,
Glenn Branca,
X-Ray Spex,
Danielle Patucci,
Traffic Nightmare,
Harry Pussy,
Maleditus Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minor Threat,
Sarah Menescal,
The Saints,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nas,
Scratch Acid,
The American Breed,
David Axelrod,
Babytalk,
Arthur Verocai,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Technova,
A Certain Ratio,
John Foxx,
Leonard Cohen,
Darondo,
Niagra,
Donny Hathaway,
Magazine,
Circle Jerks,
Fluxion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Con Funk Shun,
Lungfish,
Infiniti,
Unrelated Segments,
Procol Harum,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hashim,
Yazoo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Interpol,
The Black Dice,
Audionom,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.