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 Tuvalu and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Normal to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Metal Thangz,
Tim Buckley,
Swell Maps,
Aswad,
The Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
UT,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Standells,
John Cale,
The Litter,
Groovy Waters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roger Hodgson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gregory Isaacs,
The J.B.'s,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jeff Lynne,
New Order,
Make Up,
Black Flag,
Rapeman,
Anakelly,
The Blackbyrds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Hutcherson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yellowson,
The Count Five,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fugs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Faust,
Nirvana,
DJ Sneak,
Lindisfarne,
Lee Hazlewood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mo-Dettes,
The Invisible,
the Slits,
Rites of Spring,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Music Machine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Wake,
Glambeats Corp.,
Patti Smith,
Spoonie Gee,
Eden Ahbez,
Chris Corsano,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.