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 Brunei and from Lyon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fortunes to the rock 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fatback Band,
The Sonics,
H. Thieme,
Gichy Dan,
Jandek,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bootsy Collins,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fuzztones,
B.T. Express,
Duran Duran,
Boredoms,
Mark Hollis,
Todd Rundgren,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gong,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Japan,
JFA,
Wolf Eyes,
the Soft Cell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sällskapet,
Drive Like Jehu,
Carl Craig,
Guru Guru,
Eric Copeland,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gun Club,
Lou Reed,
Dual Sessions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barbara Tucker,
Danielle Patucci,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cymande,
Harpers Bizarre,
Connie Case,
Ice-T,
The American Breed,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Monolake,
The Monochrome Set,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Arcadia,
Country Teasers,
F. McDonald,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fugazi,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mars,
Thee Headcoats,
The Human League,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.