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 Gambia and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Gap Band to the rap 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Don Cherry,
Patti Smith,
Moby Grape,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Flipper,
Soft Machine,
Rotary Connection,
T. Rex,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Junior Murvin,
Electric Prunes,
Lower 48,
Easy Going,
John Cale,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barry Ungar,
The Victims,
cv313,
Tommy Roe,
The Raincoats,
Roxette,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bootsy Collins,
The Velvet Underground,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gun Club,
DJ Sneak,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Massinfluence,
This Heat,
Second Layer,
Blancmange,
Motorama,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Modern Lovers,
Ituana,
Schoolly D,
The Searchers,
Lou Reed,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bad Manners,
Quadrant,
Harmonia,
MC5,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Christie,
Tim Buckley,
Roger Hodgson,
Rekid,
Japan,
Graham Central Station,
T.S.O.L.,
Pylon,
L. Decosne,
Mandrill,
New Age Steppers,
U.S. Maple,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.