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 Colombia and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Reuben Wilson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gabor Szabo,
Albert Ayler,
The Electric Prunes,
K-Klass,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Associates,
The Blues Magoos,
Soft Machine,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Tremeloes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lightning Bolt,
Prince Buster,
The Martian,
The Real Kids,
Man Parrish,
Warsaw,
Tom Boy,
Matthew Bourne,
Can,
Cluster,
the Fania All-Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed,
Liliput,
Delon & Dalcan,
Zero Boys,
the Sonics,
Excepter,
The Music Machine,
The Moleskins,
Ludus,
The Monks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Groovy Waters,
Thee Headcoats,
Joy Division,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Outsiders,
Colin Newman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Cale,
Unwound,
Little Man,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ponytail,
Shuggie Otis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Visage,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Moon,
Erykah Badu,
Flipper,
The United States of America,
Barclay James Harvest,
Porter Ricks,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.