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 Gambia and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 David Bowie 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 Brothers Johnson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
K-Klass,
Marshall Jefferson,
X-101,
Fat Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fugs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultimate Spinach,
Masters at Work,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Johnny Clarke,
Godley & Creme,
La Düsseldorf,
Boogie Down Productions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sonic Youth,
Schoolly D,
Josef K,
The Doors,
Bobby Sherman,
June of 44,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Blossom Toes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cure,
Harpers Bizarre,
Throbbing Gristle,
Desert Stars,
The Music Machine,
The Standells,
The Flesh Eaters,
Chris Corsano,
Symarip,
Frankie Knuckles,
Terry Callier,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ken Boothe,
Charles Mingus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Agent Orange,
The Pretty Things,
Hot Snakes,
Barbara Tucker,
Sound Behaviour,
Warren Ellis,
Section 25,
The Wake,
the Germs,
The American Breed,
Suburban Knight,
Crash Course in Science,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.