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 Estonia and from Bremen.
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 Johannesburg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Crispian St. Peters to the funk 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Porter Ricks,
Wings,
The Modern Lovers,
Gong,
Ronnie Foster,
Zapp,
Quadrant,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Harry Pussy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Al Stewart,
Babytalk,
Carl Craig,
Minnie Riperton,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Average White Band,
Rekid,
Rosa Yemen,
Janne Schatter,
Flash Fearless,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aural Exciters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Martian,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kenny Larkin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sandy B,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Christie,
John Lydon,
Franke,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Motions,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cramps,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Freddie Wadling,
The Count Five,
The J.B.'s,
The Busters,
The Moleskins,
Ornette Coleman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Foxx,
Scientists,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Golliwogs,
Public Enemy,
Niagra,
Scan 7,
Eric B and Rakim,
Skaos,
Derrick May,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fugs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Litter,
Y Pants,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.