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 Maldives 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Scratch Acid to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Reagan Youth,
Eve St. Jones,
June of 44,
Ohio Players,
The Blackbyrds,
The Vogues,
Scientists,
Kerri Chandler,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
AZ,
Agent Orange,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ronnie Foster,
John Cale,
The Neon Judgement,
The Mojo Men,
Marcia Griffiths,
F. McDonald,
The Slackers,
MDC,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Foxx,
Sonic Youth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Leaves,
Brass Construction,
Robert Görl,
Oneida,
Circle Jerks,
Eddi Front,
The Flesh Eaters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Unwound,
Television,
Yusef Lateef,
Camouflage,
Bad Manners,
Von Mondo,
The Names,
Drive Like Jehu,
Skriet,
The Doors,
Blossom Toes,
The Sonics,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jeff Mills,
Slick Rick,
Aural Exciters,
The Blues Magoos,
Man Eating Sloth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alison Limerick,
Peter & Gordon,
Excepter,
LL Cool J,
Soul II Soul,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nirvana,
Sun Ra,
Junior Murvin,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.