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 Uruguay and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Angry Samoans to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Searchers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Alarm Clocks,
UT,
Index,
Make Up,
Alison Limerick,
Maleditus Sound,
Eric Copeland,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rites of Spring,
Erasure,
Jeff Mills,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Y Pants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
KRS-One,
Faust,
Max Romeo,
Crash Course in Science,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Urselle,
Bush Tetras,
The Gories,
Todd Rundgren,
Scott Walker,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bob Dylan,
Tomorrow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Zeros,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Negative Approach,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Panda Bear,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sixth Finger,
The Doors,
Marmalade,
Brand Nubian,
Loose Ends,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fat Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Nils Olav,
The Gladiators,
Funky Four + One,
Johnny Osbourne,
Saccharine Trust,
The Residents,
Henry Cow,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fall,
Sam Rivers,
Rosa Yemen,
The Vogues,
The Electric Prunes,
Masters at Work,
In Retrospect,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.