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 Senegal and from Accra.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ 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 10cc to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang Green,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Glenn Branca,
Byron Stingily,
Section 25,
Gregory Isaacs,
Duran Duran,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kerrie Biddell,
Patti Smith,
Prince Buster,
Mantronix,
Howard Jones,
Intrusion,
Rakim,
Reuben Wilson,
The Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Henry Cow,
Pulsallama,
Icehouse,
Mission of Burma,
Faraquet,
Crooked Eye,
Panda Bear,
Unwound,
Derrick May,
Isaac Hayes,
The Remains,
China Crisis,
Sällskapet,
Bronski Beat,
Minor Threat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Babytalk,
The Gladiators,
Laurel Aitken,
Newcleus,
Eric Copeland,
Mary Jane Girls,
Magazine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Von Mondo,
Yusef Lateef,
The Invisible,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Surgeon,
Lalann,
The Young Rascals,
Al Stewart,
Crime,
Joe Smooth,
Bootsy Collins,
Danielle Patucci,
Ituana,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Negative Approach,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.