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 Iceland 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Cramps,
Donald Byrd,
OOIOO,
The Electric Prunes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Man Parrish,
Scrapy,
Amon Düül,
Gang Green,
The J.B.'s,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Quantec,
Pulsallama,
The Standells,
Faust,
Wolf Eyes,
Funkadelic,
Smog,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marvin Gaye,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Litter,
Alice Coltrane,
The Music Machine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kurtis Blow,
Goldenarms,
Matthew Halsall,
Mark Hollis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cameo,
Shoche,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Remains,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alison Limerick,
DJ Style,
DJ Sneak,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Misunderstood,
Severed Heads,
Bronski Beat,
Bill Near,
The Barracudas,
Siglo XX,
Lee Hazlewood,
Spoonie Gee,
Bush Tetras,
Intrusion,
Niagra,
The Young Rascals,
Rapeman,
Ohio Players,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Raincoats,
Erasure,
The Move,
Roger Hodgson,
Tom Boy,
Hasil Adkins,
The Durutti Column,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.