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 Venezuela and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Alton Ellis to the grunge 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Liliput,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
EPMD,
Bill Wells,
Symarip,
Cymande,
Von Mondo,
Kas Product,
Kaleidoscope,
Q and Not U,
a-ha,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eli Mardock,
Jacob Miller,
Donald Byrd,
Wasted Youth,
Lungfish,
Sex Pistols,
DJ Sneak,
June Days,
Neu!,
Blossom Toes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Tremeloes,
Shoche,
Janne Schatter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Zapp,
Rites of Spring,
Dual Sessions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang of Four,
JFA,
The Sonics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Names,
Pierre Henry,
The Saints,
Aaron Thompson,
the Human League,
Cameo,
Desert Stars,
Bang On A Can,
Wire,
The Litter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ice-T,
Davy DMX,
The Mummies,
The Kinks,
The Gories,
Radio Birdman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Bar-Kays,
Sonny Sharrock,
Colin Newman,
The Smoke,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.