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 China and from Bremen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 June of 44 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rosa Yemen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
EPMD,
The Raincoats,
Marine Girls,
Tubeway Army,
La Düsseldorf,
The United States of America,
F. McDonald,
The Dead C,
Eric Copeland,
X-Ray Spex,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Siglo XX,
The Five Americans,
Derrick Morgan,
Ornette Coleman,
Minnie Riperton,
Yellowson,
Isaac Hayes,
Masters at Work,
The Remains,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fad Gadget,
Joe Smooth,
The Cramps,
Hasil Adkins,
Idris Muhammad,
Fela Kuti,
The Blackbyrds,
Sixth Finger,
Intrusion,
Jeff Lynne,
The Red Krayola,
Vainqueur,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultravox,
This Heat,
Cal Tjader,
The Stooges,
Accadde A,
Kas Product,
JFA,
Scratch Acid,
Lungfish,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Christie,
Sound Behaviour,
Little Man,
Nick Fraelich,
Anakelly,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Smog,
Matthew Halsall,
Shuggie Otis,
OOIOO,
Jerry's Kids,
Henry Cow,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.