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 China and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
The Techniques,
Stetsasonic,
The Selecter,
The Associates,
a-ha,
The Trojans,
Rekid,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
FM Einheit,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cal Tjader,
Nils Olav,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yusef Lateef,
Y Pants,
Cluster,
Sixth Finger,
Sällskapet,
Technova,
Moss Icon,
Hoover,
Siglo XX,
Rufus Thomas,
Todd Rundgren,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fuzztones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Oneida,
OOIOO,
Chrome,
Nas,
The Count Five,
Cecil Taylor,
Minutemen,
Ponytail,
Simply Red,
The Stooges,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jeff Lynne,
Moby Grape,
Bad Manners,
The Blackbyrds,
Loose Ends,
Pussy Galore,
The Move,
The Gories,
Ohio Players,
Interpol,
Yaz,
Lucky Dragons,
The Barracudas,
Brothers Johnson,
David Bowie,
Anthony Braxton,
Thompson Twins,
the Swans,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.