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 Cyprus and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
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 organ 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 Nation of Ulysses to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
The Black Dice,
Todd Terry,
Electric Prunes,
The Red Krayola,
Monks,
Procol Harum,
The Leaves,
FM Einheit,
This Heat,
8 Eyed Spy,
Freddie Wadling,
Television,
Derrick May,
Inner City,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Delta 5,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hasil Adkins,
X-102,
Dorothy Ashby,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fall,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Faraquet,
Dawn Penn,
Dennis Brown,
Chrome,
The Pop Group,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pagans,
Susan Cadogan,
Y Pants,
Icehouse,
The Mojo Men,
The Golliwogs,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fortunes,
10cc,
Agitation Free,
Jacob Miller,
Lightning Bolt,
The Motions,
Matthew Bourne,
Robert Wyatt,
Sex Pistols,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bush Tetras,
Nik Kershaw,
Minor Threat,
Anakelly,
The Pretty Things,
Morten Harket,
Tim Buckley,
Second Layer,
Los Fastidios,
The Standells,
Ronan,
Isaac Hayes,
Duran Duran,
Black Moon,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.