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 New Zealand and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 the Sonics 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Masters at Work,
Magma,
the Association,
The Toasters,
Terry Callier,
Buzzcocks,
Slave,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Malaria!,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Davy DMX,
The Angels of Light,
The Stooges,
Morten Harket,
The Motions,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pere Ubu,
Sound Behaviour,
John Coltrane,
Joe Smooth,
Minutemen,
Babytalk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
June of 44,
The Velvet Underground,
Rufus Thomas,
Von Mondo,
Cecil Taylor,
MC5,
Ken Boothe,
Little Man,
Sunsets and Hearts,
James White and The Blacks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Shuggie Otis,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bronski Beat,
Sparks,
Deepchord,
Sällskapet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Charles Mingus,
Circle Jerks,
Funky Four + One,
Danielle Patucci,
Bob Dylan,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Womack,
Gabor Szabo,
Connie Case,
Yazoo,
Moby Grape,
Joy Division,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Inner City,
Steve Hackett,
FM Einheit,
The Five Americans,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.