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 Turkmenistan and from Halifax.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Fugs to the punk 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lungfish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Cale,
Urselle,
Yellowson,
The Misunderstood,
Marmalade,
Spoonie Gee,
Model 500,
Television Personalities,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Knickerbockers,
Porter Ricks,
The Smiths,
Quadrant,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Motions,
Pet Shop Boys,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Womack,
Danielle Patucci,
Reagan Youth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Janne Schatter,
The Fuzztones,
Tommy Roe,
LL Cool J,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sällskapet,
Second Layer,
Sandy B,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Zapp,
Donny Hathaway,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cheater Slicks,
Bill Near,
Peter & Gordon,
Rekid,
The Neon Judgement,
Boogie Down Productions,
Quando Quango,
Motorama,
The Velvet Underground,
Metal Thangz,
Magma,
Mark Hollis,
Scott Walker,
Symarip,
Ultravox,
The Five Americans,
Sex Pistols,
Max Romeo,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.