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 Gabon and from Mumbai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron 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 Camouflage to the funk 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
The Gories,
Fugazi,
The Young Rascals,
David Axelrod,
The Sound,
Half Japanese,
Spandau Ballet,
OOIOO,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cal Tjader,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scott Walker,
The Mummies,
The Slackers,
Easy Going,
Mo-Dettes,
Sun City Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wolf Eyes,
Bill Wells,
The Busters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eddi Front,
the Association,
Kas Product,
Henry Cow,
Faust,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Residents,
Danielle Patucci,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Letta Mbulu,
Underground Resistance,
Chris Corsano,
Porter Ricks,
Flash Fearless,
Blake Baxter,
Aswad,
Pagans,
Black Bananas,
Stetsasonic,
Crash Course in Science,
R.M.O.,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Chrome,
Hot Snakes,
Jacques Brel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Man Parrish,
Rekid,
Banda Bassotti,
Dead Boys,
Colin Newman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.