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 Paraguay and from Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scientists to the crunk 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Stiv Bators,
Pussy Galore,
Minny Pops,
Bob Dylan,
Josef K,
The Toasters,
The Cure,
Hasil Adkins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mars,
Scott Walker,
The Fuzztones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cheater Slicks,
The Misunderstood,
A Certain Ratio,
the Slits,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Bananas,
Johnny Clarke,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rufus Thomas,
Fugazi,
The Selecter,
The Smoke,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lalann,
The Tremeloes,
Joyce Sims,
Popol Vuh,
Agent Orange,
Eve St. Jones,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ten City,
Theoretical Girls,
DJ Style,
Archie Shepp,
Connie Case,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Seeds,
Avey Tare,
Little Man,
The Mummies,
Piero Umiliani,
Con Funk Shun,
Ronnie Foster,
David Axelrod,
The Star Department,
Animal Collective,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Velvet Underground,
ABBA,
Nik Kershaw,
New Age Steppers,
the Sonics,
Desert Stars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
David McCallum,
Moby Grape,
Kenny Larkin,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.