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 Fiji 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 John Lydon to the rap 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Radio Birdman,
Arthur Verocai,
Isaac Hayes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joe Finger,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Pretty Things,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Babytalk,
Kurtis Blow,
X-101,
Vladislav Delay,
Fela Kuti,
Donny Hathaway,
Clear Light,
Scott Walker,
KRS-One,
Wings,
Tears for Fears,
Index,
Gerry Rafferty,
Icehouse,
Newcleus,
Skarface,
Sugar Minott,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Section 25,
Altered Images,
The Cure,
the Slits,
Metal Thangz,
Cluster,
Camouflage,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gap Band,
Angry Samoans,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gun Club,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pantytec,
Khruangbin,
Carl Craig,
The Leaves,
Nico,
Loose Ends,
Brass Construction,
Reagan Youth,
Excepter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lebanon Hanover,
Talk Talk,
Gastr Del Sol,
FM Einheit,
New York Dolls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Outsiders,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.