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 Philippines and from Toronto.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Hardrive to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Crooked Eye,
Mission of Burma,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cymande,
Lungfish,
Archie Shepp,
The Gap Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Country Teasers,
The Fortunes,
the Swans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sandy B,
Unwound,
Nick Fraelich,
The Martian,
Goldenarms,
The Names,
Black Moon,
Alphaville,
the Sonics,
Amon Düül II,
Funkadelic,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Moody Blues,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Trojans,
The Searchers,
Marc Almond,
Fugazi,
Sarah Menescal,
The Smoke,
Roy Ayers,
Warsaw,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Talk Talk,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Neon Judgement,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Delta 5,
Kas Product,
Brick,
Lower 48,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultravox,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
U.S. Maple,
Altered Images,
Sugar Minott,
World's Most,
Janne Schatter,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roxette,
The Electric Prunes,
Fad Gadget,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.