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 Palau and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Flash Fearless to the techno 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
AZ,
The Monks,
The Associates,
La Düsseldorf,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Seeds,
Steve Hackett,
Black Flag,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wasted Youth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tubeway Army,
Cecil Taylor,
Minutemen,
The Real Kids,
Second Layer,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun City Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tres Demented,
Nick Fraelich,
Public Enemy,
Henry Cow,
Eric Dolphy,
The Skatalites,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Accadde A,
the Association,
Donny Hathaway,
Jacques Brel,
Au Pairs,
The Star Department,
The Cramps,
The Evens,
Malaria!,
Derrick Morgan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hasil Adkins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
T.S.O.L.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Darondo,
Bobby Sherman,
Sex Pistols,
Maleditus Sound,
Qualms,
Porter Ricks,
Judy Mowatt,
Glenn Branca,
Soft Machine,
the Fania All-Stars,
L. Decosne,
The Standells,
Liliput,
the Swans,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.