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 Poland and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Delta 5 to the grime 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Main Source,
The Fire Engines,
Nas,
Qualms,
The Busters,
Sex Pistols,
Ludus,
Bobby Womack,
Sun City Girls,
Grauzone,
Amon Düül,
The Stooges,
Gabor Szabo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ohio Players,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Pretty Things,
Franke,
Flamin' Groovies,
Anakelly,
Amazonics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Severed Heads,
Patti Smith,
Dual Sessions,
John Holt,
Bootsy Collins,
Pantaleimon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crash Course in Science,
Nik Kershaw,
Average White Band,
Donald Byrd,
The American Breed,
Brass Construction,
Fela Kuti,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Smoke,
The Dave Clark Five,
Harpers Bizarre,
Visage,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Lydon,
Quando Quango,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cowsills,
Jawbox,
Matthew Halsall,
Sixth Finger,
Sparks,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Blues Magoos,
The Flesh Eaters,
Masters at Work,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.