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 Laos and from Woodstock.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Skatalites to the funk 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ponytail,
Pulsallama,
Faust,
Letta Mbulu,
B.T. Express,
Heaven 17,
E-Dancer,
Monks,
John Cale,
The Walker Brothers,
John Coltrane,
Rakim,
Thee Headcoats,
Moby Grape,
The Angels of Light,
Bush Tetras,
Barry Ungar,
Simply Red,
Scan 7,
Lakeside,
This Heat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dave Gahan,
the Slits,
Marine Girls,
Tubeway Army,
Slick Rick,
Silicon Teens,
Wolf Eyes,
June Days,
Dawn Penn,
Goldenarms,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scratch Acid,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Junior Murvin,
Bill Wells,
Second Layer,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Von Mondo,
Pere Ubu,
Magma,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mo-Dettes,
The Monks,
Fatback Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Clear Light,
Gabor Szabo,
Motorama,
JFA,
The Dirtbombs,
Cal Tjader,
Ultravox,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.