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 Brunei and from Madrid.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar 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 Minutemen to the crunk 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 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 Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Barbara Tucker,
The Kinks,
The Moleskins,
Donny Hathaway,
Arcadia,
The Beau Brummels,
Icehouse,
David Axelrod,
Urselle,
June of 44,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Piero Umiliani,
Von Mondo,
Bill Near,
Ice-T,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Flamin' Groovies,
Subhumans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Surgeon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ohio Players,
Funkadelic,
Theoretical Girls,
Marine Girls,
the Normal,
Tropical Tobacco,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Christie,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Visage,
The Knickerbockers,
Cybotron,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terry Callier,
Ultra Naté,
the Swans,
Rod Modell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mark Hollis,
Model 500,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wolf Eyes,
Alice Coltrane,
Monolake,
Agitation Free,
New Age Steppers,
Chrome,
Jawbox,
Fatback Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Guru Guru,
Anakelly,
DJ Style,
Royal Trux,
Main Source,
Q and Not U,
Minny Pops,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.