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 Guatemala and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 Eurythmics to the jazz 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Amon Düül II,
Minutemen,
Rakim,
Accadde A,
David Bowie,
John Lydon,
Lucky Dragons,
Arthur Verocai,
Kool Moe Dee,
This Heat,
Pantytec,
Outsiders,
Make Up,
Joyce Sims,
the Slits,
Babytalk,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Animal Collective,
The Buckinghams,
Joe Smooth,
The Smoke,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Underground Resistance,
Aural Exciters,
OOIOO,
Lindisfarne,
Jacques Brel,
PIL,
T.S.O.L.,
Cecil Taylor,
The Kinks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Panda Bear,
The Doobie Brothers,
Vladislav Delay,
Groovy Waters,
The Real Kids,
Easy Going,
Pylon,
Aaron Thompson,
The Music Machine,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harry Pussy,
The Doors,
Circle Jerks,
Maurizio,
The Star Department,
Terrestrial Tones,
Juan Atkins,
The Associates,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
EPMD,
Lalo Schifrin,
DNA,
Camouflage,
Jeff Mills,
Archie Shepp,
The Grass Roots,
Andrew Hill,
Fatback Band,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.