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 Zambia and from Philadelphia.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 The Fire Engines to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Rapeman,
Sarah Menescal,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bad Manners,
Altered Images,
Gregory Isaacs,
Quantec,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scrapy,
Derrick Morgan,
Severed Heads,
Black Flag,
AZ,
Mr. Review,
Main Source,
Trumans Water,
Anthony Braxton,
The Durutti Column,
Scratch Acid,
Byron Stingily,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gap Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sight & Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bluetip,
The Vogues,
Kayak,
Excepter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Althea and Donna,
Basic Channel,
Pantaleimon,
John Coltrane,
A Certain Ratio,
Metal Thangz,
Nils Olav,
Goldenarms,
Danielle Patucci,
The Victims,
Spoonie Gee,
Andrew Hill,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Toasters,
Intrusion,
Brand Nubian,
New York Dolls,
Fluxion,
Glenn Branca,
Cybotron,
Babytalk,
Mark Hollis,
Pulsallama,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Chris Corsano,
The Smiths,
Dawn Penn,
T. Rex,
Infiniti,
The Cowsills,
Eve St. Jones,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.