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 Luxembourg and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Robert Palmer 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 John Cale to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Steve Hackett,
Howard Jones,
Dennis Brown,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barbara Tucker,
Spandau Ballet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sonics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Sheep,
Dawn Penn,
Man Parrish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
KRS-One,
Bill Wells,
Massinfluence,
Deakin,
Charles Mingus,
Wolf Eyes,
Iggy Pop,
Don Cherry,
Amon Düül II,
Prince Buster,
The Knickerbockers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Smooth,
Newcleus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Suburban Knight,
Severed Heads,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
H. Thieme,
kango's stein massive,
T. Rex,
Half Japanese,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rakim,
The New Christs,
Lucky Dragons,
Moby Grape,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pierre Henry,
The Velvet Underground,
Bluetip,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Schoolly D,
Young Marble Giants,
Crooked Eye,
Ice-T,
The Kinks,
Alphaville,
The Litter,
Boz Scaggs,
Roy Ayers,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.