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 Equatorial Guinea and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the electroclash 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sugar Minott,
The Misunderstood,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Harmonia,
The Cowsills,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Intrusion,
Alton Ellis,
Malaria!,
The Move,
Robert Görl,
Fugazi,
Cybotron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fear,
Nick Fraelich,
Bauhaus,
Rites of Spring,
Moby Grape,
Deakin,
Lebanon Hanover,
MC5,
Grauzone,
AZ,
Carl Craig,
Roy Ayers,
The Pretty Things,
Black Bananas,
Interpol,
Althea and Donna,
Marine Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cheater Slicks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Matthew Halsall,
Bootsy Collins,
Adolescents,
The Motions,
Tom Boy,
The Sonics,
The Mummies,
Andrew Hill,
Ohio Players,
Procol Harum,
Blossom Toes,
Patti Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Suburban Knight,
Laurel Aitken,
Bill Near,
F. McDonald,
Yaz,
Cecil Taylor,
Japan,
Junior Murvin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Oblivians,
Max Romeo,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.