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 Namibia 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Electric Prunes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
KRS-One,
Drexciya,
Brass Construction,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
JFA,
The Sonics,
Wings,
Average White Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nation of Ulysses,
the Sonics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Robert Görl,
the Human League,
Gang Starr,
Anakelly,
Stetsasonic,
The Walker Brothers,
Infiniti,
Shoche,
Grauzone,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soul II Soul,
Skriet,
Alice Coltrane,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mad Mike,
The Fire Engines,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Unrelated Segments,
Masters at Work,
The Grass Roots,
Brand Nubian,
Stereo Dub,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Monks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Animal Collective,
June of 44,
Roy Ayers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Altered Images,
Gregory Isaacs,
Metal Thangz,
Crooked Eye,
Albert Ayler,
Throbbing Gristle,
Henry Cow,
Young Marble Giants,
Quadrant,
Technova,
Peter & Gordon,
The Toasters,
Main Source,
The Pop Group,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Intrusion,
cv313,
Gichy Dan,
Michelle Simonal,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.