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 Egypt and from Mumbai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Buzzcocks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Bluetip,
Jacques Brel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Beau Brummels,
The New Christs,
Ituana,
Rotary Connection,
Magazine,
Oblivians,
The Walker Brothers,
Bill Near,
The Fortunes,
the Association,
U.S. Maple,
D'Angelo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Index,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Monolake,
Visage,
Joey Negro,
Eric Copeland,
The Star Department,
Ornette Coleman,
Scott Walker,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
In Retrospect,
Average White Band,
Patti Smith,
Darondo,
Unwound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stereo Dub,
Jawbox,
Cal Tjader,
Arthur Verocai,
Quadrant,
Sister Nancy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gun Club,
Half Japanese,
Zero Boys,
Davy DMX,
Aloha Tigers,
New Order,
The Busters,
Fatback Band,
Von Mondo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Thee Headcoats,
The Barracudas,
kango's stein massive,
a-ha,
Albert Ayler,
Marcia Griffiths,
Absolute Body Control,
Sparks,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.