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 Monaco and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Donald Fagen 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 Donald Byrd to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Vogues,
The Names,
D'Angelo,
Mad Mike,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Erykah Badu,
Eden Ahbez,
Jeff Lynne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deepchord,
Metal Thangz,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Monochrome Set,
Marine Girls,
E-Dancer,
Kenny Larkin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Womack,
Soft Machine,
Aswad,
Marcia Griffiths,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Reed,
Ituana,
Groovy Waters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tropical Tobacco,
Amon Düül,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
FM Einheit,
Pantaleimon,
Inner City,
Youth Brigade,
Yellowson,
Black Pus,
Maurizio,
The Fire Engines,
Leonard Cohen,
Monks,
The Zeros,
Country Teasers,
Henry Cow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Section 25,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Amazonics,
The Blues Magoos,
Wings,
ABC,
Aaron Thompson,
Deadbeat,
The Shadows of Knight,
Piero Umiliani,
Fugazi,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.