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 Montenegro and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Minny Pops,
Banda Bassotti,
Sandy B,
Pylon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Chris Corsano,
Slave,
Sam Rivers,
The Tremeloes,
the Soft Cell,
The United States of America,
T. Rex,
Matthew Bourne,
Los Fastidios,
Black Pus,
Ornette Coleman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Womack,
Boz Scaggs,
X-102,
June of 44,
X-101,
Shuggie Otis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eddi Front,
The Searchers,
Scan 7,
The Black Dice,
Faust,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Slits,
Underground Resistance,
Ohio Players,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fire Engines,
Nik Kershaw,
Blake Baxter,
The Gories,
D'Angelo,
the Human League,
The Barracudas,
The New Christs,
Lou Christie,
The American Breed,
B.T. Express,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Robert Wyatt,
Flamin' Groovies,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Davy DMX,
The Stooges,
Brothers Johnson,
John Coltrane,
Marmalade,
Jacob Miller,
Wasted Youth,
The Martian,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ralphi Rosario,
Newcleus,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.