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 Czech Republic and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Los Fastidios,
Suicide,
The Standells,
Carl Craig,
Smog,
Gabor Szabo,
Jerry's Kids,
Jacques Brel,
Boredoms,
Quadrant,
Au Pairs,
Magma,
Eddi Front,
Suburban Knight,
Organ,
Fugazi,
Ten City,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Echospace,
Lyres,
Archie Shepp,
Audionom,
Mission of Burma,
Morten Harket,
A Certain Ratio,
Minutemen,
Japan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mark Hollis,
Bluetip,
Oneida,
Swans,
Depeche Mode,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pantaleimon,
Camberwell Now,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sällskapet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sister Nancy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
David McCallum,
Bootsy Collins,
Negative Approach,
E-Dancer,
June of 44,
Siglo XX,
Magazine,
the Swans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alison Limerick,
The Busters,
K-Klass,
Simply Red,
The Dave Clark Five,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.