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 Pakistan and from Bremen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Scan 7 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Rakim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Thee Headcoats,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Au Pairs,
Magma,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neil Young,
Supertramp,
Crime,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Busters,
Kaleidoscope,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
H. Thieme,
The Electric Prunes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cameo,
Eve St. Jones,
The Black Dice,
Blake Baxter,
Second Layer,
Janne Schatter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nick Fraelich,
The Vogues,
Ralphi Rosario,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rufus Thomas,
Lindisfarne,
Visage,
Sonic Youth,
X-101,
Make Up,
Icehouse,
Dual Sessions,
Aural Exciters,
June of 44,
Clear Light,
Saccharine Trust,
New York Dolls,
The Star Department,
The Selecter,
Maleditus Sound,
Easy Going,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cluster,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soft Machine,
Scrapy,
Procol Harum,
Thompson Twins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Modern Lovers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Organ,
The Offenders,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.