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 Trinidad & Tobago and from London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 Cameo to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Tears for Fears,
World's Most,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gun Club,
Ronan,
La Düsseldorf,
Deadbeat,
Porter Ricks,
The Martian,
Arab on Radar,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tom Boy,
Hashim,
Basic Channel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Excepter,
Smog,
Tim Buckley,
Girls At Our Best!,
AZ,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mandrill,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Tremeloes,
Royal Trux,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
EPMD,
The Gladiators,
Sandy B,
The Smoke,
The Knickerbockers,
The J.B.'s,
Scion,
The Count Five,
Idris Muhammad,
DJ Sneak,
Sonic Youth,
Urselle,
James White and The Blacks,
The Doors,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Happenings,
In Retrospect,
Brass Construction,
Gabor Szabo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Black Dice,
Infiniti,
Young Marble Giants,
Tres Demented,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eddi Front,
The Searchers,
Steve Hackett,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cluster,
Yellowson,
Stetsasonic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
B.T. Express,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.