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 Greece and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron 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 Davy DMX to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Pierre Henry,
Boredoms,
Lalann,
Black Moon,
Brick,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dual Sessions,
Laurel Aitken,
L. Decosne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Suicide,
Bobby Womack,
The Wake,
Organ,
The Angels of Light,
Janne Schatter,
Albert Ayler,
Zapp,
Bad Manners,
Soulsonic Force,
Pantytec,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eric Copeland,
Blancmange,
JFA,
Monks,
Alison Limerick,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Star Department,
The Saints,
The American Breed,
Hasil Adkins,
X-102,
the Germs,
The Gladiators,
Gong,
Letta Mbulu,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Moleskins,
Charles Mingus,
Lakeside,
Maleditus Sound,
Index,
The Searchers,
The Litter,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Byrd,
Amon Düül,
Fat Boys,
Joyce Sims,
Parry Music,
LL Cool J,
Scott Walker,
Kerri Chandler,
Eve St. Jones,
In Retrospect,
Soft Cell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.