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 Tuvalu and from Calgary.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Donald Byrd to the punk 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Con Funk Shun,
Urselle,
The Smiths,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pussy Galore,
Funkadelic,
Barbara Tucker,
Curtis Mayfield,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
June of 44,
Marvin Gaye,
Fugazi,
Easy Going,
The Star Department,
Spandau Ballet,
Blake Baxter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Sheep,
The J.B.'s,
Lindisfarne,
Duran Duran,
Mark Hollis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Parry Music,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Shoche,
Bobby Womack,
Cecil Taylor,
The Detroit Cobras,
T. Rex,
Rod Modell,
Lightning Bolt,
Darondo,
Nas,
E-Dancer,
Q65,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Radio Birdman,
Cluster,
Cybotron,
Boredoms,
Kenny Larkin,
Grauzone,
Trumans Water,
Grey Daturas,
Crime,
A Flock of Seagulls,
KRS-One,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
D'Angelo,
Vladislav Delay,
Dual Sessions,
10cc,
Model 500,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.