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 Namibia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Nation of Ulysses to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 a guitar and a linndrum 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 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Royal Trux,
Blake Baxter,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sister Nancy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bauhaus,
Susan Cadogan,
Davy DMX,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hot Snakes,
Subhumans,
the Human League,
The Slits,
the Bar-Kays,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Reagan Youth,
Cymande,
Terry Callier,
Carl Craig,
Aloha Tigers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Selecter,
Parry Music,
Terrestrial Tones,
Piero Umiliani,
Ossler,
Eve St. Jones,
Laurel Aitken,
H. Thieme,
Roy Ayers,
Eurythmics,
Ohio Players,
Rod Modell,
Schoolly D,
Gang of Four,
Das Ding,
Von Mondo,
Funky Four + One,
Harmonia,
LL Cool J,
Isaac Hayes,
Donny Hathaway,
Fatback Band,
David McCallum,
Skaos,
This Heat,
the Sonics,
The Walker Brothers,
ABC,
DJ Style,
Quadrant,
The Red Krayola,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cal Tjader,
Lindisfarne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.