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 Bangladesh and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Alphaville to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Buzzcocks,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Doors,
Cecil Taylor,
Dead Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scott Walker,
Popol Vuh,
David McCallum,
E-Dancer,
Schoolly D,
Maurizio,
The Raincoats,
The Star Department,
Eve St. Jones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crime,
The Cramps,
Marshall Jefferson,
R.M.O.,
Monks,
Basic Channel,
Unrelated Segments,
Gong,
Pierre Henry,
The Young Rascals,
Althea and Donna,
MC5,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dorothy Ashby,
Quadrant,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Donald Byrd,
The Smiths,
Aswad,
The Angels of Light,
Unwound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lungfish,
Excepter,
Arthur Verocai,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eric B and Rakim,
Darondo,
One Last Wish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Max Romeo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Stooges,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Zeros,
Lalann,
Vainqueur,
The Blackbyrds,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Reed,
Flipper,
The Busters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.