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 Portugal and from Tokyo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fatback Band to the electroclash 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Franke,
Icehouse,
Prince Buster,
ABC,
Scientists,
Oblivians,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tommy Roe,
The J.B.'s,
Mary Jane Girls,
ABBA,
Mars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Robert Wyatt,
Arcadia,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Newcleus,
Basic Channel,
Underground Resistance,
T.S.O.L.,
Fugazi,
Funkadelic,
The Cowsills,
The Black Dice,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Electric Prunes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Doors,
Khruangbin,
Boz Scaggs,
Guru Guru,
Magazine,
a-ha,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Audionom,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mantronix,
Jesper Dahlback,
Whodini,
Cal Tjader,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Symarip,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cluster,
Joensuu 1685,
Roxette,
Scrapy,
The Wake,
The Residents,
Harry Pussy,
Swans,
Peter & Gordon,
Moebius,
Radio Birdman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minutemen,
The Blues Magoos,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eurythmics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.