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 Korea South and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 X-101 to the electroclash 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Accadde A,
Lyres,
Jeru the Damaja,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cymande,
Excepter,
Hot Snakes,
The Smoke,
Dawn Penn,
The Five Americans,
Livin' Joy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Blake Baxter,
The Toasters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ponytail,
Echospace,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultravox,
Piero Umiliani,
Desert Stars,
Youth Brigade,
Surgeon,
The Residents,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tubeway Army,
Ralphi Rosario,
Morten Harket,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Sonics,
Can,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wasted Youth,
Make Up,
The Names,
Minnie Riperton,
Fat Boys,
T. Rex,
The Sound,
Crime,
Quantec,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Half Japanese,
Pussy Galore,
DJ Sneak,
MDC,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Susan Cadogan,
The Mojo Men,
Prince Buster,
The Walker Brothers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kerri Chandler,
Fugazi,
Zapp,
Ornette Coleman,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.