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 Russia and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 Andrew Hill to the disco 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
The Saints,
The Pretty Things,
Gabor Szabo,
Skriet,
Grey Daturas,
Oneida,
FM Einheit,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flipper,
The Grass Roots,
The Cure,
Ponytail,
Toni Rubio,
Oblivians,
Iggy Pop,
The Smiths,
a-ha,
New Age Steppers,
X-Ray Spex,
Funky Four + One,
The J.B.'s,
Television,
Ludus,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Last Poets,
X-101,
Moebius,
Todd Terry,
The Cowsills,
The Electric Prunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Boogie Down Productions,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Bananas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Association,
H. Thieme,
MC5,
Bobby Byrd,
Cymande,
Anakelly,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Peter and Kerry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scion,
Jeff Mills,
The Mojo Men,
Suburban Knight,
Colin Newman,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Womack,
Brass Construction,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DNA,
Anthony Braxton,
Pole,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Whodini,
Slave,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.