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 Suriname and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Invisible to the jazz 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
The Standells,
Minny Pops,
Quantec,
Unrelated Segments,
Animal Collective,
Con Funk Shun,
Carl Craig,
Aloha Tigers,
The Star Department,
T. Rex,
Bauhaus,
Basic Channel,
Model 500,
Fat Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sarah Menescal,
Sun City Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
The Moleskins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yellowson,
Camouflage,
Lakeside,
The Cowsills,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Human League,
The Selecter,
The Real Kids,
Marshall Jefferson,
Outsiders,
Scion,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brothers Johnson,
Echospace,
The Angels of Light,
Black Flag,
UT,
Roy Ayers,
The Sonics,
Juan Atkins,
The Dead C,
Bush Tetras,
Warren Ellis,
The Motions,
Harmonia,
Laurel Aitken,
Eric Copeland,
Godley & Creme,
Ossler,
Connie Case,
Depeche Mode,
Eve St. Jones,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Byrd,
8 Eyed Spy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Move,
Bad Manners,
Fatback Band,
Sight & Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.