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 Pakistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 UT to the grunge 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Sister Nancy,
Con Funk Shun,
Neu!,
Pylon,
One Last Wish,
Cameo,
Fela Kuti,
Main Source,
The Skatalites,
X-Ray Spex,
Yellowson,
Lakeside,
Cluster,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Kinks,
The Tremeloes,
Godley & Creme,
Echospace,
Robert Hood,
The Sonics,
Ronan,
Trumans Water,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kurtis Blow,
The Moleskins,
Matthew Bourne,
Dual Sessions,
Moby Grape,
Eric B and Rakim,
Boz Scaggs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alison Limerick,
Todd Terry,
The Electric Prunes,
Eric Copeland,
Sam Rivers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bronski Beat,
Black Moon,
Index,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Angels of Light,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kevin Saunderson,
Make Up,
Amazonics,
LL Cool J,
Mr. Review,
T. Rex,
Faust,
Procol Harum,
Circle Jerks,
Dark Day,
Technova,
Dead Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
Grey Daturas,
Motorama,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.