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 Kiribati and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 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 Tubeway Army to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Sam Rivers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Urselle,
The Star Department,
Ronan,
The Grass Roots,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Sonics,
Arab on Radar,
Roxy Music,
Groovy Waters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Patti Smith,
Heaven 17,
The Misunderstood,
The Blackbyrds,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Seeds,
The Moleskins,
Funkadelic,
Aswad,
The Doobie Brothers,
F. McDonald,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Franke,
Brass Construction,
In Retrospect,
Procol Harum,
ABC,
Althea and Donna,
The Real Kids,
Todd Terry,
Nas,
Girls At Our Best!,
The New Christs,
Joey Negro,
Shuggie Otis,
Minnie Riperton,
Eddi Front,
Ossler,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Connie Case,
Scrapy,
Max Romeo,
Derrick Morgan,
Juan Atkins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Charles Mingus,
Thompson Twins,
Sonic Youth,
Aural Exciters,
John Holt,
Agitation Free,
Desert Stars,
Ronnie Foster,
Ludus,
Jimmy McGriff,
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.