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 Singapore and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mars to the jazz 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Albert Ayler,
The Black Dice,
Organ,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Zapp,
Talk Talk,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lyres,
Neu!,
Nirvana,
Jacques Brel,
The Wake,
OOIOO,
Carl Craig,
Make Up,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DNA,
The Seeds,
Sun City Girls,
Ice-T,
Donny Hathaway,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Soft Cell,
Lakeside,
Harry Pussy,
Minor Threat,
The Blackbyrds,
Thompson Twins,
Ossler,
the Germs,
The Busters,
Eurythmics,
Mars,
Sight & Sound,
Bob Dylan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Saccharine Trust,
Aaron Thompson,
H. Thieme,
The Misunderstood,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brand Nubian,
Loose Ends,
The Young Rascals,
R.M.O.,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yaz,
Moss Icon,
a-ha,
The Residents,
The Sound,
Youth Brigade,
Sonny Sharrock,
Shoche,
Electric Prunes,
Kayak,
Howard Jones,
D'Angelo,
The Neon Judgement,
The United States of America,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.