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 Micronesia and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 Don Cherry to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mantronix,
Eric Dolphy,
Wasted Youth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
Basic Channel,
The Happenings,
Stockholm Monsters,
Television Personalities,
Con Funk Shun,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Vainqueur,
Heaven 17,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Human League,
The Associates,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jacques Brel,
Q and Not U,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Sherman,
The Martian,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mandrill,
Hoover,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Funky Four + One,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Althea and Donna,
Avey Tare,
AZ,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Last Poets,
Gichy Dan,
Deakin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Second Layer,
Underground Resistance,
Eve St. Jones,
Joe Smooth,
Surgeon,
CMW,
The Music Machine,
James White and The Blacks,
Isaac Hayes,
Soulsonic Force,
Public Enemy,
Joy Division,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
This Heat,
Eddi Front,
Urselle,
Main Source,
Ossler,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.