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 Suriname and from Taipei.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sound to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Main Source,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stiv Bators,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Althea and Donna,
Isaac Hayes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marc Almond,
This Heat,
Albert Ayler,
Toni Rubio,
the Human League,
Scott Walker,
Bauhaus,
Max Romeo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Junior Murvin,
Camouflage,
Jandek,
the Soft Cell,
Intrusion,
Nils Olav,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roxy Music,
The Buckinghams,
Radio Birdman,
the Association,
Drive Like Jehu,
Anakelly,
Lalo Schifrin,
The American Breed,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Modern Lovers,
Barry Ungar,
Gong,
Animal Collective,
Jeff Lynne,
Mo-Dettes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brand Nubian,
Agitation Free,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
June Days,
Juan Atkins,
Khruangbin,
The Doors,
Mission of Burma,
The Index,
The Golliwogs,
Harmonia,
Gang Starr,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Misunderstood,
Marine Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Robert Hood,
Bang On A Can,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.