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 Romania and from Manchester.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bob Dylan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
The Standells,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Radio Birdman,
Bad Manners,
F. McDonald,
The Pretty Things,
The Move,
Oneida,
The Buckinghams,
Yusef Lateef,
Moebius,
Rites of Spring,
Brand Nubian,
Wasted Youth,
Jacques Brel,
Peter & Gordon,
Cal Tjader,
Sound Behaviour,
Johnny Clarke,
Anakelly,
Accadde A,
Prince Buster,
The Zeros,
Deadbeat,
Rapeman,
Archie Shepp,
Patti Smith,
Quantec,
Wings,
Bang On A Can,
Matthew Bourne,
Bronski Beat,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marine Girls,
Janne Schatter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lyres,
Eurythmics,
Josef K,
Dead Boys,
Unwound,
a-ha,
Half Japanese,
Amon Düül,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eli Mardock,
Kas Product,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Faust,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Parry Music,
Soul Sonic Force,
Frankie Knuckles,
Von Mondo,
Amon Düül II,
Youth Brigade,
Deakin,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.