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 Uganda and from Portland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Neu! to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Surgeon,
Quantec,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Outsiders,
Nils Olav,
The Cramps,
Blake Baxter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minnie Riperton,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fugazi,
The Walker Brothers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
UT,
Donny Hathaway,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bill Wells,
Kaleidoscope,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sandy B,
Public Image Ltd.,
Newcleus,
The Moleskins,
Glenn Branca,
Josef K,
This Heat,
Crispy Ambulance,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Siglo XX,
Joe Smooth,
Saccharine Trust,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scrapy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
kango's stein massive,
Funkadelic,
Masters at Work,
Sun City Girls,
The Fugs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sixth Finger,
Can,
Half Japanese,
Joyce Sims,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mandrill,
Hot Snakes,
Kayak,
Oneida,
Aural Exciters,
The Gladiators,
X-Ray Spex,
Public Enemy,
Bush Tetras,
Crooked Eye,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Smoke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Black Dice,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.