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 Djibouti and from Delhi.
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 Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 Dennis Brown to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Monochrome Set,
Alice Coltrane,
The Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Depeche Mode,
Fat Boys,
Juan Atkins,
David Axelrod,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Offenders,
Albert Ayler,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rapeman,
Sandy B,
The Durutti Column,
Pagans,
Deakin,
Blancmange,
World's Most,
Public Enemy,
Sun City Girls,
Delta 5,
Bob Dylan,
Brick,
T. Rex,
Connie Case,
Swell Maps,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deepchord,
Mandrill,
Cluster,
Glenn Branca,
The Seeds,
the Soft Cell,
Faraquet,
The Fugs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dennis Brown,
Unrelated Segments,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Babytalk,
Amon Düül,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Associates,
Eddi Front,
Eden Ahbez,
Lower 48,
Sarah Menescal,
Slick Rick,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scientists,
The Moleskins,
Al Stewart,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.