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 Johannesburg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 The Evens to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Neil Young,
Siglo XX,
Pere Ubu,
Sun City Girls,
Motorama,
The Grass Roots,
Grandmaster Flash,
Con Funk Shun,
John Coltrane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Franke,
Gregory Isaacs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fall,
Johnny Clarke,
Blossom Toes,
John Lydon,
Adolescents,
Mantronix,
DJ Style,
Minor Threat,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deakin,
Popol Vuh,
Inner City,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lower 48,
Rhythm & Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
Brass Construction,
Aural Exciters,
The American Breed,
Ornette Coleman,
Average White Band,
The J.B.'s,
Donald Byrd,
Jeff Lynne,
Schoolly D,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Max Romeo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Saccharine Trust,
The Misunderstood,
Desert Stars,
Swell Maps,
Connie Case,
Hot Snakes,
Unwound,
Boredoms,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sex Pistols,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultimate Spinach,
Make Up,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alice Coltrane,
B.T. Express,
This Heat,
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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.