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 Korea North and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rod Modell to the punk 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
James White and The Blacks,
The Real Kids,
KRS-One,
Simply Red,
Young Marble Giants,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Star Department,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marcia Griffiths,
PIL,
Reuben Wilson,
Leonard Cohen,
Suburban Knight,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cal Tjader,
Metal Thangz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Quantec,
Brand Nubian,
Eurythmics,
Los Fastidios,
Funky Four + One,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Circle Jerks,
The Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Throbbing Gristle,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brothers Johnson,
The Misunderstood,
Archie Shepp,
Sam Rivers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
L. Decosne,
Jeff Mills,
Chrome,
Newcleus,
The Zeros,
Cameo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eric Dolphy,
Supertramp,
Matthew Halsall,
Ornette Coleman,
Barbara Tucker,
Flamin' Groovies,
Vladislav Delay,
Procol Harum,
Hoover,
LL Cool J,
Cecil Taylor,
Nation of Ulysses,
OOIOO,
The Fire Engines,
The American Breed,
Hot Snakes,
The Slackers,
The Mojo Men,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Das Ding,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.