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 Chile and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Erykah Badu to the dance 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lungfish,
Blossom Toes,
Carl Craig,
Whodini,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Blancmange,
Joey Negro,
Scrapy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nirvana,
These Immortal Souls,
Vladislav Delay,
Todd Terry,
June of 44,
Girls At Our Best!,
Slick Rick,
Harmonia,
Ultra Naté,
The Offenders,
Moby Grape,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pole,
Adolescents,
Amon Düül,
The Slits,
Inner City,
the Sonics,
Babytalk,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deadbeat,
John Lydon,
Livin' Joy,
Alice Coltrane,
Alison Limerick,
Cheater Slicks,
Absolute Body Control,
Scratch Acid,
Mo-Dettes,
Second Layer,
Wolf Eyes,
kango's stein massive,
Lalo Schifrin,
Trumans Water,
Iggy Pop,
PIL,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stiv Bators,
Kas Product,
The Saints,
Colin Newman,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Slits,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mantronix,
Altered Images,
Matthew Halsall,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marine Girls,
Alton Ellis,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.