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 Slovenia and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Monochrome Set to the crunk 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Yusef Lateef,
Don Cherry,
Drexciya,
Joy Division,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Birthday Party,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fatback Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Nas,
Gang of Four,
Khruangbin,
Scion,
Fad Gadget,
Jacob Miller,
Cecil Taylor,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marine Girls,
Ituana,
Marvin Gaye,
Eden Ahbez,
Sister Nancy,
The Red Krayola,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Joensuu 1685,
OOIOO,
The Music Machine,
Radio Birdman,
James White and The Blacks,
Deepchord,
Nils Olav,
Duran Duran,
New York Dolls,
Dark Day,
Magma,
Crooked Eye,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jerry's Kids,
Minny Pops,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Unwound,
The Motions,
The Young Rascals,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Sonics,
Outsiders,
Monks,
Malaria!,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultravox,
The Index,
Mandrill,
The Neon Judgement,
The Modern Lovers,
Delon & Dalcan,
B.T. Express,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.