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 Belarus and from Columbus.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 The Remains to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Ituana,
Johnny Clarke,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gap Band,
MDC,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Davy DMX,
The Cowsills,
Surgeon,
Agitation Free,
Anakelly,
Prince Buster,
Harry Pussy,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Beau Brummels,
Minutemen,
Scrapy,
Dennis Brown,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Agent Orange,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Althea and Donna,
Tubeway Army,
Michelle Simonal,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fugazi,
B.T. Express,
Josef K,
Black Pus,
The Misunderstood,
Joy Division,
Banda Bassotti,
Warren Ellis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang of Four,
Todd Terry,
Tim Buckley,
Spandau Ballet,
Tom Boy,
Scratch Acid,
Jandek,
Tres Demented,
Marshall Jefferson,
Easy Going,
Shuggie Otis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Desert Stars,
Leonard Cohen,
Ralphi Rosario,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Blancmange,
Ronan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eve St. Jones,
Rotary Connection,
L. Decosne,
48th St. Collective,
Girls At Our Best!,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.