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 Latvia and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Slave to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
OOIOO,
Letta Mbulu,
The Wake,
Dennis Brown,
Scan 7,
Lucky Dragons,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sugar Minott,
LL Cool J,
Nils Olav,
This Heat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mr. Review,
Joyce Sims,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fuzztones,
Royal Trux,
10cc,
Yazoo,
Hot Snakes,
the Slits,
Skaos,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Funkadelic,
Niagra,
Arthur Verocai,
Donald Byrd,
X-101,
Dave Gahan,
Brothers Johnson,
The Residents,
FM Einheit,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Donny Hathaway,
Pulsallama,
Moss Icon,
Carl Craig,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gong,
Stereo Dub,
Eli Mardock,
Kool Moe Dee,
Schoolly D,
Inner City,
Animal Collective,
The Five Americans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Seeds,
Lee Hazlewood,
Youth Brigade,
Marc Almond,
The Selecter,
New Age Steppers,
Anakelly,
Yellowson,
Reagan Youth,
Rod Modell,
John Lydon,
Todd Terry,
Erykah Badu,
Faraquet,
Lightning Bolt,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.