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 Poland and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Michael McDonald 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 E-Dancer to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
The Music Machine,
The Knickerbockers,
Newcleus,
The Buckinghams,
Wings,
Jawbox,
The Zeros,
The Blues Magoos,
The Martian,
Traffic Nightmare,
Darondo,
Subhumans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pole,
Spoonie Gee,
John Coltrane,
Drive Like Jehu,
Johnny Clarke,
Mandrill,
Negative Approach,
Quadrant,
Ultravox,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Black Dice,
Zero Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bad Manners,
Glenn Branca,
The Red Krayola,
Wire,
The Pop Group,
Agent Orange,
David McCallum,
Tropical Tobacco,
Monolake,
The Saints,
Arthur Verocai,
Loose Ends,
Surgeon,
The Young Rascals,
Rapeman,
Malaria!,
Girls At Our Best!,
Reuben Wilson,
Lucky Dragons,
Pierre Henry,
Supertramp,
Boz Scaggs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Public Enemy,
Ten City,
Laurel Aitken,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wally Richardson,
Fluxion,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Zapp,
A Certain Ratio,
Second Layer,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.