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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
The Seeds,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lalann,
Minnie Riperton,
Fluxion,
UT,
Quadrant,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Depeche Mode,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marcia Griffiths,
Smog,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Misunderstood,
Chrome,
The Neon Judgement,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Franke,
Sam Rivers,
Das Ding,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
cv313,
Porter Ricks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crash Course in Science,
Maleditus Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Popol Vuh,
Supertramp,
Radiohead,
Todd Rundgren,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
David Bowie,
The Searchers,
Janne Schatter,
June Days,
New Order,
Peter and Kerry,
Marc Almond,
The Gories,
Neu!,
Bad Manners,
Pantytec,
Kool Moe Dee,
Thee Headcoats,
Jeff Lynne,
Flipper,
E-Dancer,
Boredoms,
Ludus,
Juan Atkins,
Barbara Tucker,
Kurtis Blow,
Sarah Menescal,
Lucky Dragons,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deepchord,
The Trojans,
Eric Dolphy,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.