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 Brazil and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 Das Ding to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Anthony Braxton,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wasted Youth,
New Order,
Yusef Lateef,
Deepchord,
X-101,
The Motions,
The Searchers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dark Day,
Reagan Youth,
Black Sheep,
Kenny Larkin,
Con Funk Shun,
The Leaves,
Funkadelic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alice Coltrane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
MDC,
Deakin,
Cluster,
The American Breed,
Brand Nubian,
Archie Shepp,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang Gang Dance,
Magazine,
Stetsasonic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Flash Fearless,
Soft Cell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Martian,
The Raincoats,
Pantaleimon,
MC5,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Skatalites,
the Soft Cell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Henry Cow,
The Fortunes,
Television,
Ronnie Foster,
The Names,
Faust,
KRS-One,
Boredoms,
Mantronix,
The Associates,
Underground Resistance,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Agitation Free,
The Sonics,
Heaven 17,
Lakeside,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.