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 Latvia and from Bremen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 Blossom Toes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Drive Like Jehu,
UT,
Livin' Joy,
Minny Pops,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hashim,
Easy Going,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Hutcherson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Blues Magoos,
Pantaleimon,
The J.B.'s,
Second Layer,
Hoover,
Jeff Mills,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Sonics,
Make Up,
The Skatalites,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bill Near,
Agent Orange,
the Germs,
Boredoms,
The Dirtbombs,
Stiv Bators,
Cal Tjader,
The Litter,
Public Enemy,
Sister Nancy,
The Cowsills,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Michelle Simonal,
Wire,
These Immortal Souls,
Donald Byrd,
The Gories,
Television,
Mo-Dettes,
Con Funk Shun,
Oblivians,
Procol Harum,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jawbox,
Aural Exciters,
Talk Talk,
Junior Murvin,
Franke,
June of 44,
The Modern Lovers,
Ornette Coleman,
FM Einheit,
Max Romeo,
Roger Hodgson,
Groovy Waters,
Wally Richardson,
Jandek,
Marshall Jefferson,
Guru Guru,
Monolake,
The Happenings,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.