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 New Zealand and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 Average White Band to the rap 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Porter Ricks,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Martian,
The Cowsills,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Todd Rundgren,
Darondo,
The Skatalites,
Dark Day,
kango's stein massive,
Roy Ayers,
The Dead C,
Gang Gang Dance,
UT,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Patti Smith,
Buzzcocks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Residents,
Electric Prunes,
Rites of Spring,
Ten City,
The Modern Lovers,
David Bowie,
Erasure,
Lalo Schifrin,
Q65,
Reuben Wilson,
Newcleus,
Slave,
The Velvet Underground,
Rufus Thomas,
The Red Krayola,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bluetip,
Rhythm & Sound,
Suicide,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lucky Dragons,
10cc,
Clear Light,
Sonic Youth,
Jacob Miller,
Iggy Pop,
Ultra Naté,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jeff Lynne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The J.B.'s,
Bush Tetras,
The Doobie Brothers,
Drexciya,
Arab on Radar,
Pole,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Don Cherry,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Doors,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Barracudas,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.