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 Chad and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 X-101 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Television,
The Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
Eric Dolphy,
Isaac Hayes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tropical Tobacco,
David Bowie,
Public Image Ltd.,
The United States of America,
Bobby Womack,
The Kinks,
the Germs,
The Golliwogs,
The Index,
Bang On A Can,
Livin' Joy,
Delta 5,
Soul II Soul,
Byron Stingily,
Boredoms,
Rites of Spring,
Half Japanese,
Pylon,
Funkadelic,
Deakin,
The Residents,
Deadbeat,
Kas Product,
Roy Ayers,
The Walker Brothers,
Goldenarms,
Darondo,
Scratch Acid,
Grey Daturas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Frankie Knuckles,
Theoretical Girls,
Rod Modell,
F. McDonald,
This Heat,
Stiv Bators,
Magazine,
Judy Mowatt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Iggy Pop,
James Chance & The Contortions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Slits,
Neu!,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Christie,
The Doors,
Don Cherry,
Jacques Brel,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.