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 Cambodia and from Tehran.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Tom Verlaine 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Pus,
Country Teasers,
Das Ding,
Roger Hodgson,
Roy Ayers,
Radiohead,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ten City,
Porter Ricks,
Brothers Johnson,
CMW,
Audionom,
Outsiders,
June of 44,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Altered Images,
This Heat,
Depeche Mode,
Infiniti,
Rekid,
Radio Birdman,
Qualms,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Animal Collective,
Agitation Free,
Eli Mardock,
Tubeway Army,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gories,
The Fuzztones,
Procol Harum,
Freddie Wadling,
Blake Baxter,
Pole,
The Searchers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Bananas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang Starr,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lyres,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dorothy Ashby,
Electric Prunes,
Dual Sessions,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deepchord,
R.M.O.,
The Cramps,
Tom Boy,
Sun City Girls,
Rapeman,
Whodini,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
AZ,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.