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 Ethiopia and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Big Daddy Kane to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eurythmics,
John Coltrane,
The Flesh Eaters,
Panda Bear,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Altered Images,
The Gladiators,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Essential Logic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Negative Approach,
Chrome,
The Selecter,
Gong,
Infiniti,
The Smoke,
Cluster,
Roxette,
Carl Craig,
Sixth Finger,
Jimmy McGriff,
Al Stewart,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Vogues,
E-Dancer,
Von Mondo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pulsallama,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Youth Brigade,
Terry Callier,
Tubeway Army,
Severed Heads,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alphaville,
Lower 48,
The Music Machine,
48th St. Collective,
Marvin Gaye,
Lindisfarne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jeff Mills,
The Cowsills,
Marmalade,
Nico,
The Velvet Underground,
Fear,
Steve Hackett,
Minutemen,
The Trojans,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Walker Brothers,
The Raincoats,
Barclay James Harvest,
Robert Hood,
Black Bananas,
Cal Tjader,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.