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 Ecuador and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the sitar 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 Cal Tjader to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Trojans,
The Fugs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kerri Chandler,
Scion,
T. Rex,
Moby Grape,
Zero Boys,
L. Decosne,
Harmonia,
AZ,
Letta Mbulu,
New Order,
B.T. Express,
The Invisible,
Avey Tare,
The Mummies,
the Germs,
Black Pus,
Warren Ellis,
Visage,
Parry Music,
Mr. Review,
The Walker Brothers,
The Young Rascals,
Rites of Spring,
Hashim,
Half Japanese,
Bob Dylan,
Byron Stingily,
Schoolly D,
Shoche,
Idris Muhammad,
Nik Kershaw,
Goldenarms,
Main Source,
UT,
Soft Machine,
8 Eyed Spy,
MDC,
Soul II Soul,
Barry Ungar,
Buzzcocks,
Moss Icon,
The Music Machine,
The Zeros,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Wake,
Supertramp,
Von Mondo,
Laurel Aitken,
Pantaleimon,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Reed,
Los Fastidios,
Minnie Riperton,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.