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 Fiji and from Tokyo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes 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 kango's stein massive to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crispy Ambulance,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Accadde A,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marmalade,
Robert Wyatt,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
T. Rex,
The Raincoats,
Radio Birdman,
Ponytail,
Byron Stingily,
Crooked Eye,
Rufus Thomas,
Lakeside,
John Lydon,
Alice Coltrane,
Roy Ayers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Underground Resistance,
Theoretical Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
Yazoo,
The Remains,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bluetip,
Alison Limerick,
The Mojo Men,
Josef K,
Gastr Del Sol,
New Order,
Buzzcocks,
Hoover,
Talk Talk,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Section 25,
Model 500,
Wally Richardson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Angry Samoans,
Panda Bear,
Graham Central Station,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cymande,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Don Cherry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mission of Burma,
Ronan,
Stetsasonic,
Ultravox,
Isaac Hayes,
Magazine,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.