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 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron 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 Eric B and Rakim to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Suicide,
Ken Boothe,
Faraquet,
Franke,
The Slackers,
Cameo,
Skriet,
Unrelated Segments,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sonic Youth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grauzone,
Brothers Johnson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Moon,
Japan,
the Slits,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
PIL,
Gang Starr,
Zapp,
The Dead C,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Christie,
Theoretical Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Moebius,
Barrington Levy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Angry Samoans,
K-Klass,
Subhumans,
The Gun Club,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roxette,
Outsiders,
Wings,
Rapeman,
Fluxion,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scientists,
The Doobie Brothers,
Television Personalities,
Icehouse,
Kaleidoscope,
Man Eating Sloth,
Flipper,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ronan,
Young Marble Giants,
Funky Four + One,
Scott Walker,
Sex Pistols,
The Divine Comedy,
Rotary Connection,
Anakelly,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.