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 Samoa and from New York.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 Severed Heads to the disco 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Organ,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soft Cell,
The Angels of Light,
Main Source,
Masters at Work,
Maurizio,
Severed Heads,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
U.S. Maple,
Tomorrow,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nik Kershaw,
Kerrie Biddell,
Talk Talk,
Graham Central Station,
Schoolly D,
The Golliwogs,
Q and Not U,
Sister Nancy,
The Fugs,
New Age Steppers,
Subhumans,
Kayak,
the Germs,
Wings,
Tommy Roe,
Frankie Knuckles,
Radio Birdman,
The Saints,
The Fuzztones,
The Mummies,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Happenings,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Blake Baxter,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Techniques,
Dawn Penn,
The Trojans,
Sugar Minott,
Minny Pops,
Delta 5,
Roger Hodgson,
Barrington Levy,
Circle Jerks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roy Ayers,
T. Rex,
Shoche,
Eli Mardock,
John Holt,
Aaron Thompson,
FM Einheit,
Amon Düül,
Index,
X-101,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nas,
Ten City,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.