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 Cameroon and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Eddi Front to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Joe Smooth,
Chrome,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yaz,
Dark Day,
The Sisters of Mercy,
UT,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wire,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Young Rascals,
Rekid,
Toni Rubio,
Thompson Twins,
Sam Rivers,
Alton Ellis,
Junior Murvin,
Bluetip,
Fela Kuti,
The Victims,
Half Japanese,
The Gories,
Robert Wyatt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Buckinghams,
Parry Music,
Flipper,
The Trojans,
Man Parrish,
Bauhaus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Skriet,
Jeff Mills,
Audionom,
ABBA,
June Days,
the Human League,
Lou Reed,
The Residents,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roxy Music,
Smog,
Oblivians,
Eden Ahbez,
Swans,
Scratch Acid,
Swell Maps,
Pole,
Marmalade,
These Immortal Souls,
Funkadelic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Maurizio,
D'Angelo,
the Association,
Brick,
Janne Schatter,
The United States of America,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.