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 Mongolia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mighty Diamonds to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Dead C,
Unwound,
Cybotron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DNA,
Max Romeo,
The Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Animal Collective,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Khruangbin,
Mandrill,
Eve St. Jones,
Camouflage,
Skarface,
One Last Wish,
Sonic Youth,
The Gap Band,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Womack,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Human League,
The Names,
The Move,
Depeche Mode,
Suburban Knight,
The Red Krayola,
Blancmange,
Dorothy Ashby,
Judy Mowatt,
Pagans,
Absolute Body Control,
The Electric Prunes,
Lower 48,
Joe Smooth,
Bluetip,
Davy DMX,
the Fania All-Stars,
Moss Icon,
Ice-T,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang of Four,
T. Rex,
Deadbeat,
Man Eating Sloth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Pop Group,
This Heat,
Don Cherry,
Make Up,
Second Layer,
Amazonics,
Deakin,
Flipper,
The Shadows of Knight,
DJ Style,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.